Archive for November 2017

Cat

creepy cat pic

They say a cat can steal a sleeping person’s breath. I don’t know about that, but I do know this: when I woke up this morning, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t hold me back any. I got up and brushed my teeth. Pulled on shirt and pants. Drank a cup of…

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Run

Runner

He was working the espresso machine – his head came up when I ordered. I guess not too many customers ask for triple venti half-sweet non-fat caramel macchiatos. He glanced over. I wanted to run. The last time I’d seen him, we’d both been naked. His eyes flicked over my body before returning, expressionless, to…

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Glasses

Flash Fiction: Glasses

I need glasses. Not because of what I can’t see, but because of what I can. I duck into a one-hour place. It’s not crowded, thank God. Just a lady in blue fussing with frames, and a guy in a suit pacing the waiting area. “Colors,” I tell the optician. Gary, his name tag says.…

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