Little White Lies

Photo by bongkarn thanyakij on Pexels.com Craig suppressed a gag as Martha set the plate of broccoli casserole, her “specialty,” in front of him. “I made your favorite,” she smiled. “And there’s plenty more in the kitchen.” “You shouldn’t have,” he said, subtly leaning to the side so as to avoid the hot aroma wafting… Continue reading Little White Lies

To the Woman Hiding in the Bathroom Stall

Photo by ROMAN ODINTSOV on Pexels.com I have been you, many times in my life When I had no one to eat lunch with at my new junior high When I wanted to prove to myself that I was a rebel and I could smoke my step-mom's stolen cigarettes in the Band Hall bathroom When… Continue reading To the Woman Hiding in the Bathroom Stall

Abandoned Spiderweb Still Catches Flies

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I only think of you at times when I am too far away to do anything about you - The abandoned spiderweb stretched like a hammock between my ceiling and a door I never close. Sometimes on my way to the kitchen I look up and I see you've caught… Continue reading Abandoned Spiderweb Still Catches Flies

Till Death do We Part

Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com Charles Hannigan raised his wine glass, silently toasted his wife, then slurped down all six ounces of merlot. His blond moustache was the purple of children’s toothpaste when he lowered his glass. Julia Hannigan took one look and rolled her eyes as she angled herself away from him. “Really, Charles?”… Continue reading Till Death do We Part

Ode to a Cold Toilet Seat

Photo by Izzy Villa on Pexels.com My daughter’s hair is slithering down my throat Her flannel nightgown is making me hot, and I’m pretty sure she just farted on me I gently grasp her around her rib cage, about the same width as a rotisserie chicken, and move her a few inches away, but she… Continue reading Ode to a Cold Toilet Seat

Quarantining Together

Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com Sylvia leaned over the arm of the couch and stretched. “Oh my god, you guys, I am so hungover today. Like, seriously, I was up ALL night. That party was banging.” She licked her lips and smiled smugly. “For real - everyone was there.” “Yeah, we could hear,” Olevander… Continue reading Quarantining Together

Time Travel Bingo

Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com On this particular Tuesday, Time Travelers Inc. had sent one of their lawyers, Maxwell Bishop, to an arbitration meeting. Joining him in the rented room was fellow arbitrator Milquetoast Foireè, and the offended party, a pink-haired, foul-mouthed 81-year old named Mrs. Sprightly. Three seconds ago, there had been a miscommunication,… Continue reading Time Travel Bingo