You might have heard of him, this six foot tall man with his dark leather hat tipped way down to obscure his eyes. Only a prominent, pointy nose emerging from that shadow but you knew those eyes were amber. What other color should fit such a man?
He roamed the desert that he called home, golden sands ebbing and flowing around that tattered poncho woven from the fine fibers of his homeland. It was...
It’s a Sunday, it’s a Sunday, it’s a Sunday. Just a regular Sunday with the dread of work on Monday. A Sunday where I’ll clean the bathroom, like I do every Sunday. The end of the weekend where I finish up my chores that I pushed aside on Saturday. It’s the day where I sit on the carpeted floor, even though the two cushion couch is perfectly empty, and I’ll watch the sunspot crawl across the groun...
It seems so formal writing your full name, and maybe that’s why I chose to write it that way. You’re probably wondering why I’ve wrote you this letter. Or why I’m even reaching out to you after it’s been so long. And hopefully you’re not freaking out that I still have your address taped to the inside of my kitchen cabinet. It’s just that I’m bad at keeping tidy. You know I’v...
Stupid Florida. Stupid 17 hour long drive to this humid place. What was even the point? The home they had left was perfectly fine. It had all the essentials she needed; soft couch cushions, a wide perch by the window for bird watching, and endless bowls of tuna water. Sure, the dog’s bathroom routine was inconvenienced by the snow, but Ginger failed to see why that was her problem.
Swallow, it’s all I could do in the moment. No, wait, even that was hard to manage with the large lump in my throat. The pulse of my neck beat rapidly as if trying to escape the situation and leave me behind.
Hidden from their view, I stand just outside the building entrance. My body has become a fixed point on Earth. Warm light emanates from the bar, bringing with it the cheerful sounds of my wo...
I come to with my head leaned down and hands wrapped around a wheel. The brain fog and slight headache make me groan, and all I can do is stare at what’s directly in front of me. Light pink? It’s the first color my eyes pick up on as they adjust to the light. No doors? My legs feel exposed in the vehicle seat I woke up in. I’m not in a car, but a go-kart!
