The middle of the day feels like the dead of the night, and I'm never so alone as when I'm with you. I don't remember the exact moment of fracture, but we drifted apart like continental plates; imperceptible up close but forever changing the shape of things. Why can't we say goodbye? Why can't we … Continue reading Fiction: ‘Better Days’
Sadness
Fiction: ‘Needle and Thread’
All summer long he sat by the docks and sewed. Day after day his little fingers would work as he sewed together cloth to make sails for the local fishermen. For just a handful of pennies, the little boy would make sails as fine and strong as any man who called himself a sailmaker, but ...
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Fiction: ‘Dust and Cut Flowers’
Like dust floating through a stream of sunlight. Like a small chip in the paint that resembles a tiny elephant. Like a scrap of that beloved floral pattern on an old sundress discarded to the rags basket in the laundry. I see these relics everywhere. Reminders of those tiny beautiful things. There’s an infinite sadness ...
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