Clouds lied. This was a law in Quid’s book. Clouds didn’t mean that it would rain and they also didn’t mean that you could leave the sunscreen at home. Clouds made it difficult to see what time of day it was really was, they made it hard to get out of bed, and sometimes the…
Tag: writing
Dentist’s Visit
It’s a tiny village, it takes less than a handful of minutes to drive through as long as the tourists stay on the sidewalk and the asshole driving in front of you doesn’t pull any dumb moves. The middle school and high school parking lots are empty and the only people there is the maintenance…
Torn
His feet point in two different directions, decidedly braced and he looks confused. His eyes are set deeper and the bridge of his nose is a tall wall between them.
Playlist 9 – Impressions, D20
Playlist: Depressed Song 20: Don’t Wait by Dashboard Confessional Inches Have I ever been truly bare before another person? Completely stripped of all artifice, pretensions, control, and pretty lies? How rarely have I spoken without tempering my words, and tone, and thoughts. Never have I shared the whole of myself with another person, instead I…
Foreigner
A young man sits alone at a bar, poring over a magazine. A rare caucasian in a mega-city of Asians, his solitude at the busy hub of social interaction is highlighted. Sturdy hiking boots tap out the rhythm to a lively Irish song that a live band is playing in the middle of Shibuya. His…
Looks Like Home
We pull off the highway and I stare at the overpass in a daze caused by four hours of sleep followed by nine hours on my feet, and a five hour bus trip that I am just now halfway through. I know we are far from Baldwinsville, but for a moment I swear that when…
Communion
He held his phone like he was receiving communion, one big hand cupping the one that was holding the white phone. Veins stood out in the backs of his hands and his forearms. Soft, fine hairs covered his forearms. He was wearing those barefoot shoes. His hands seemed just slightly longer than what was strictly…
Two Phones
He has dry cleaning in his lap, his right ankle resting on his left knee, his right knee pointing up. He’s wearing blue and red argyle socks and black dress shoes with two little buckles on each shoe and no laces. The blue of his button down shirt is only a few shades lighter than…
Anniversary
There was a knock on the door. Quid marked her place and walked over to it. She opened without looking and was surprised to find her whole team there, Hye-Jung at the front holding a tray of rice cakes. Behind her Ivan had a homemade cake with an imperfect 100 in icing decorating the top….
Interstate 81
Sometimes it feels like 81 stretches from one end of the earth to the other. It is the first part of the path forward to New York City and my future, but it also reaches back to Watertown and my first everythings, and it continues to Fort Drum and wasted second chances. Beyond that are…
Baby Soldier
She was tiny with dark curls and bright brown hair. A PC was sliding around her head. It was meant for a bigger head, a soldier’s head. It fell down over her eyes and she tipped around the Laundromat, her tiny baby teeth gleaming, her giggles loud.
Little Gentian 