Rice*
He never laid a finger on her, he said. Technically, he was right. He was very careful with his words. The forearm to her throat as he pushed her into the corner told a different story. She cringed from the … Continue Reading
Category Archives: Fiction
Girlfriend*
At this point, she would be okay if he just told his friends he liked her. Or he could be daring and call her his girlfriend. She may even agree to keep their relationship a secret for a while, if … Continue Reading
Recital*
The slush splattered under her boots as she trudged down the road. She hated the snow and everything about it. Icy roads, roadblocks, numb fingers, wet socks, and that chill inside every bone that refused to subside no matter how … Continue Reading
Nice*
I can’t stand how she’s just so nice to everyone. At first I thought I was special to her. She paid attention to me, was interested in what I had to say and spent time with me. But I slowly … Continue Reading
Monkeys*
The room seemed to be waiting too. Walls were painted, pictures of swinging monkeys were hung. Dresser, changing table and an empty crib – they waited. She stood in the doorway for what felt like hours, but it was probably … Continue Reading
Mistaken*
Except for recognizing his voice, she could have mistaken him for an entirely different person. It happened so suddenly, she had no idea how to react. He was usually so considerate of her, her feelings, and every little piece of … Continue Reading
Calendar*
The calendar on the wall still displayed December, as if the past hadn’t changed, and never moved forward. She wanted to say she just hadn’t gotten around to changing it yet. But that wasn’t really true. Time had run away … Continue Reading
Minutes*
Only four more minutes and he can get up. That’s the rule. No earlier than 7:00. A small stream of light comes through his window already, where the blinds don't quite touch, and he can hear some shuffling noises on … Continue Reading
Eight*
Eight years later, the world still moves as if nothing ever happened. Outside the dirty window of the dark bar, people shuffle along the sidewalk, kicking the snow as they sip their hot chocolate or black coffee or decaf, skinny … Continue Reading
First*
She hardly looks up as she walks. But she’s not unfriendly; she sneaks glances at the cars when they pass by, and when people wave to her, her small frame seems to grow almost two inches as she waves back. … Continue Reading