The night breeze whispered through the trees, shuffling their crisp leaves and making them buzz like radio static. It was an unusually beautiful autumn day, but then again, it was January. Always several steps ahead in politics, technology, and accepted morality, Los Angeles remained ever a few months behind when it came to seasons. But…
I feel I should offer a few disclaimers before you read the following story: I do not drink, but apparently the narrator does. I love typewriters and mean no offense. No cats were harmed in the making of this story. Royal December 23, 2017 It was an impulse buy, totally impractical as demonstrated by the…
The irony is that I was unable to write this story for several months due to the demands of the everyday... enjoy! 😉 Unravel Not another! she thought, plucking at a thread on her favorite navy blue jumper. It hurt her to pull on it, she was so fond of the old sweater. With…
Their forks clicked in unison against the empty plates as they set them down, finished. The utensils were not the only things that had clicked. The meal had been delicious, the girl lovely, the man courteous, the conversation interesting and free of the awkward pauses generally ended by dull commentaries on the weather or the…
Ambidextrous “I,” he wrote in large, blocked script with a pen clenched between the stiff fingers of his left hand. A more definite pronoun had never before graced a blank page. Except for every other page in the diary. And every other diary of every other shelf in the small room, made even smaller…
