a dress too small for him
The bookstore was closing for good that Friday, and I had talked myself into stopping by mostly because I didn't know what else to do with…
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The bookstore was closing for good that Friday, and I had talked myself into stopping by mostly because I didn't know what else to do with…
My name is Alex Rosenberg, I'm twenty-four years old, and until a month ago I thought I had a decent sense of rhythm.
I sat on the edge of my own exam chair in Andre's oversized scrubs and tried to piece together how we had ended up here.
My name is Gregg, I'm fifty-two years old, and I've been married to Mary for twenty-two years.
I've been married to Regina for six years.
My name is Clay Masterson, I'm twenty-eight, and three years ago I accidentally found out something about myself at a tipsy costume party.
The sink in 2B had been leaking for a month, according to Francesca, and by the time I got under it Tuesday night the cabinet floor was…
*This one came from a moody image of an empty school gym at night and the idea of finding intimacy in the most unexpected places.
I'm forty-two years old and I make wine for a living, which sounds more romantic than it is.
So here's how I usually tell this story when I've had a couple drinks and I trust the room, I don't do it often, but tonight I do.
Kyle Webb pulls his truck up to the loading dock at four in the afternoon, and the whole island feels like a kettle somebody forgot to…
My flight was delayed six hours at 3:40 on a Thursday and I found out my ex works Terminal C.
Move-out day at a tech conference is what I imagine a hurricane feels like if the hurricane had lanyards.
Vic and I had been together two years when the dry spell hit, and it didn't hit like a storm.
I took the tree lot job because my life had gotten so predictable I could schedule my boredom.
The quiet is the thing nobody warns you about.
The first time I ever wore a dress I was twenty-two, and it wasn't even my idea, not exactly.
I turned sixty-two this fall, and I figured by then I'd know better than to wear my heart to my own son's wedding.
I was wiping down the control panel of the funicular when my phone buzzed, and I knew before I looked who it was.
Turning twenty-nine is a weird kind of birthday, because nobody warns you that it feels like running out of road.
Topaz Consonant, Delta Corner, Crimson Street, The Ochre Novel