The slow dissolve of sugar. The creamer spiraling downwards in milky darkness. Blow over the edge of your cup and watch your breath steam out and up. Feel the heat condense on your spectacles, narrow your vision to pinpoints and then retreat slowly like the creeping backwards of your dreams in the morning. Warm your… Read More Percolate
Thanksgiving. That dreaded time of the year. When family members from around the country are forced to abandon their peaceful everyday lives and travel miles to congregate in a matriarch’s home for dry turkey, questions about why you’re still wearing that ugly sweater, and pointed reminders that you aren’t getting any younger (shouldn’t you really… Read More Chicken a la King
The first gift she received was a box of chocolate. Twelve truffles nestled in rose paper and more heaven in a mouthful than Anna had ever known. Then came the flowers, bouquets and truckloads of them. Gardenias lined her apartment’s stairwell and primroses floated in her bathtub. Blue delphiniums reminded her of bruises blooming on… Read More Sugar
Mirrors had always held a peculiar fascination for Alice. There was a particularly large one in her bedroom which she prized. Six feet tall with gilded sides, she’d had her father buy it for her 21st birthday last year. He was wrapped so snugly around her finger that he hadn’t protested even when the clerk… Read More Fairest
It was a donut. No, a wallet. A brown wallet circular in shape and crusty in nature. Marie shook the dirt off it and listened to a faint clinking inside. Old coins? Jewelry? Excitedly, she hurried inside to find a dinner fork or some other tool she could use to pry it open. It was… Read More Is it dark yet?
She pictured a face. Eyes closed in rapture, lips slightly parted as if tasting some forbidden fruit. Why did people always close their eyes at the height of ecstasy? As if the moment was too good to be true. So intoxicating that they had to eschew reality for a while lest whatever illusion they held… Read More Color Me Pink
The city pulsed with light. Bright reds and neon greens advertising open bars, ATM machines and WiFi hotspots. Clutching her messenger bag to her chest, Aly tried to perfect her balancing act on the train, drink her coffee, and keep from rubbing into the man standing too close to her all at once. To her… Read More Metro