The last time I stepped into the sea was the day she left me. Walking had been the only reasonable thing left for me to do, moving one leg after the other, and allowing my body to just go, not minding right then the wind that made my hair dance,…
It is November 1st, 2019, and Scrivener is waiting, an empty document opened in the middle of my screen, ready to capture the first eighteen-hundredth fifty-three words of some story I am about to write for this year's NaNoWriMo. Got the receipts.It is also August 14th, 2022, and Ulysses…
I open my eyes to find out I’m still alive. The cocktail of chemicals my suit has already injected into my bloodstream takes away any pain I should experience, but it is the dull lack of overall feeling around my body that pushes me to stand up. My legs…
Join us and sit down, my dear Higgins; your tardiness is anything but an offense we can’t look past. And before you try: no apologies are necessary, my man. We would certainly not start dinner without you. Why, with you being our guest of honor? There. Better, is it…
So. Twenty-twenty-one. In many ways, this was a complex and challenging year. COVID remains as prevalent as it was the year before. My self-imposed quarantined continued, and for the second year in a row, I didn't get to see or get in touch as much as I wanted with the…
There is a store open past midnight. You know the one; you are driving and somehow steered wrong and turned where you didn’t mean to, or perhaps your cab stopped inches past where it should have, and then a cross-street you wouldn’t usually notice is there, and then…
The story begins, and we are, hopefully, hooked in by a daring first sentence. Someone wears something they shouldn't, a quip is made, or perhaps murder is declared. And then, it catches us. We urge onto the next sentence and the next paragraph. We start to lose our sense of…