Prose She cupped her hands around the mug, chasing away the cold settling into her fingers. She remembered the first time she’d been in this café, her first date with him, and despite the fact that he no longer accompanied her, she still found herself sitting at the same table by the window every week. …
Prose I crave the peace of knowing another. Of another knowing me. At 1 AM the past lovers who never made it past six months haunt me. I am afraid to love, and I am afraid to be loved because those moments are what keep me up at night. When they told me they loved …
Prose He snatched me away from the beach on an otherwise normal day, one where I was taking a break from my duties at home. The beach was a sanctuary to me, a respite of sorts. I served my father and brothers, my mother having died some years prior, and as the sole daughter it …
Prose Content Warnings: Neurodivergent (autistic) perspective, implied ableism That time of the year again. Your time. That cushy little month where the winter days begin tofade and the sun comes poking out, when everyone gathers together to share theirexperiences with you. They tell stories about how you brought them together, completed thatpart of them they …
Prose She slides into the taxi,mid-bitch, not even breaking her stride; “…and you know I hate when you commit me to these lame ass work parties, and especially on a Tuesday night. I just want to relax, not force conversation with the dipshits you work….” “Honey it’s just a couple drinks,” he’s using the low, …
