I wandered through the grocery store, shopping basket in hand, feeling rather like an oversized Red Riding Hood ( Read more... )

I never doubt that there are reasons for my journey through life; I have obligations which hold me fast to this world. But duty is not pleasure. The question therefore becomes whether or not there is pleasure for me in this world. The answer is yes.

Me: :)

Duder: :):)

Me: duder

Duder: meer

Me: i <3 u ( Read more... )

I stand for a time in the dark, silent room and watch as he sleeps on his bed. We have a few minutes still before we will be pressed for time in making it to his appointment, and he needs his rest ( Read more... )

It was a shiny thing ( Read more... )

I look into his eyes and do not know what I see ( Read more... )

He is wearing sunglasses and I cannot see his eyes ( Read more... )

At times it is a thick, woolen blanket drawn over you that blocks out the light and keeps oxygen at bay, dark and dank and dense and deadening ( Read more... )

The tear, warm and bitter, falls from the top of my lip and splashes onto my tongue ( Read more... )

Brightly-colored leaves become kaleidoscopic cyclones that crunch, crisp as the fall breeze, beneath the tires on the winding road by the park. The young man in the car ahead of me, seasonably lackadaisical, is going to drop off his car, after which we will go to lunch. His hand rests on the window and he nods in time to music, with nothing more to ( Read more... )

The parking lot is almost full at the discount store in the afternoon. I find a distant space adjacent to a cart corral and pull in. Nearby cars are surrounded haphazardly by carts, despite the corral being mostly empty. Discount store shoppers, it seems, haven't time to place carts in corrals ( Read more... )