Stop it. Only the both of us know what transpired and as time passes even that slowly fades from memory. Your version of events is not mine. And the truth disappears in the archive of a forsaken email account. But. Does it even matter? I know what I had to live with. What I had [...]
i love cherries. cherries are great. i love to tell everyone about my love for cherries. they are round and red and shiny. and they taste great! one day i decide i don’t like them that much. i don’t like that they are round and red and shiny. i don’t like cherries; for being cherries. [...]
“We need to talk.” Ominous words for someone scrabbling her way up the corporate ladder for years with little or no apparent success. “Management’s received some, how do we say, comments about you.” She squinted over her glasses. “They, how do I put this delicately, they say you’ve been a little too chipper.” “Too… chipper? [...]
once you told me of this little miss. this one adorable woman-child. you spoke of how when she laughed rainbows filled the sky and she danced amongst moonbeams to melodies trapped in her head. you described how her eyes shone like the last sliver of sunset on a sunday evening. i could only imagine this [...]
Memories are cheap novellas; simultaneously aspiring and failing. The past is a sterile, cold thing that you can never hope to immerse yourself in. You recite a second, third, fourth-hand account of an event you attended in another lifetime. Continue on and soon your nose is growing, a year becomes an eon and you’re muttering [...]