Attic Dance
The door being locked, Louise knocked in a loud insolent manner.
Category: A Short, Short Story
All Free To ME
“So why not let me come over?”
“Because I’m a self-respecting masochist.”
Cable
I nodded and looked about again. The rain was pelting as if it took our existence as a personal affront. I was glad that Ronald was with me.
Missing Shakespeare
At first it was fun. She tried everything on him–everything. He even flipped through her books once but when he came across some descriptive parts of the male anatomy, he thought he’d leave it up to her.
Liar Books
What happened was that I sold my flat screen TV, boxed and donated any book I owned which was not 100 years old, took a deep breath and resolved to read every book I had lied about reading.
I compiled my liar book list.
Carly
Her thick, coiling, ever demanding attention seeking personality warrants yet another dump. She then becomes this skinny, large fanged, red-eyed fiend. It’s good for business.
Painted Pictures
I moved out with my princess bedroom furniture, college loans and my cat, Pristina. We moved into a loft apartment together and I lost my virginity to a writer who lived across the narrow hallway and was twice my age.
Gossips
“They’ve kissed in public. Kissed, not pecked.”
Upon the Cliff’s Edge
Why the cliff’s edge, because the contemplation of death from an armchair is a cheat.
Decapitated
I left her there, okay? I did. We had an argument; it wasn’t the thing to do, but it was a long time ago. I left her there. I’m tired now. I can’t help the police incompetence. When I walked away, she was still shouting at me, so yeah, she was fine.