Their eyes met over a mountain of oranges. He was craving for freshly made juice; she was attempting her grandma’s duck l’orange. Of all the places to bump into each other, it would have to be at the fruit stand. By the oranges. And the lemons. Same place they first met. Read more…
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Never Grey – A Short Story
Philip and Trista are all grown up. We never thought Philip would get over his shyness, and look at him dazzle the ladies now. Trista has always been the more outgoing twin, and here she is all sparkles as she welcomes the guests in.
One hand of yours is on the small of my back as you guide me through faces and friends. Tight embraces are exchanged and no air kisses. This is how we wanted it to be. Read more…
There is Truth in the Rain (A Short Story)
What’s more romantic than a sprint through the rain? Love blooms when this is so, as you’ll see in this poem. Read more…
I See You (A Short Story)
I love the feel of your eyes on me
when you think I am not looking
I love how your eyes tell me to stay
when you think I am not looking Read more…
Happy Ending (A Short Story)
Our mouths played catch up with each other
we’ll do the talking later
later Read more…
Epilogue: One Year Later That Day (A Short Story)
I went to the studio to see if he still worked there. It has been a year since we met, and I was certain I was just one of the many faces he saw that day. I remembered him distinctly wearing a black jacket, white shirt and slacks – his uniform, actually. And then I found myself back at his workplace, one year later, just wondering if he still worked there…
His head turned towards me and he smiled back. “Hi! Can I help you?”
“Uh,” I stammered. “I was um, wondering when the next tour schedule is.” How could I have thought he’d friggin’ remember me? Read more…
Crayons melted over candles (A Short Story)
Crayons melted over candles. Blue drops on white paper, marbled with yellows and greens. He spins the paper around while she drizzles the melted colors. Their teacher gives them gold stars and makes them an example of good teamwork. The boys tease him, the girls giggle, the two feel embarrassed and decide to hate each other. Cooties are contagious after all.
She had chased the ball too much and there she sits at the clinic with a badly scraped knee and bruised ego. She really thought she’d save the game. He comes in with a wave and hands her a Hello Kitty band-aid because regular beige ones plain suck. She walks around later that day feeling more healed than when her Mom kissed her boo-boos.
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