Open the door, for Pete’s sake, because this is real life and it’s the pizza delivery you ordered, not your Prince Charming.
Tag Archives: Prose
The Molted Skin of Childhood
He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.
Still I Stood
Squeaks and screeches and haunting calls of “who-hoo-oooo” spoke amongst themselves in the language of the night, exclusive food chain negotiations I had no desire to be party to.
It Comes With a Pickle
He gets so sick of those people with their happy lives and their normal jobs on solid ground. He gets so angry when he’s seen by no one, moving state to state leaving no trace, Mr. Inconsequential mattering to nobody nowhere.
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
He’s a Catch
He’s clever. He’s handsome. He makes you feel at ease. That’s your Brandon, he’s a catch!
(Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam
Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.
Roommate For Sale
Everything changed the day I called that number.
Be Chill My Beating Heart
I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.
Cuthbert Could Not Abide
If there was one thing Cuthbert could not abide, it was helping yourself to something that wasn’t yours.
