“Do you remember that day we went to the park down by the old diner?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was just… remembering.”

“Remembering what?”

“How pretty you looked in your dress, mostly.”

“Aw, Ry… You looked pretty nice in that shirt, too. It’s always nice to see you without all the sweaters and layers.”

“Didn’t I have a hoodie that day?”

“No, I don’t think so. It was hot, remember?”

“Hm. You’re righ...

_In a hazy, evening glow, his face slips in and out of focus. I know that face, and yet I don’t. There are no concrete features. I couldn’t tell you what color his eyes were, or how tall he is, or the shape of his face, but I knew him. Deep in my soul, I knew that face. As recognition sunk in, I felt my stomach drop. My hands became clammy, my heart rate picked up; my once slow, steady breath, cau...

The tears are streaming down her face as she’s driving. The rain is coming down heavily, obcoring her vision even more. Her words keep echoing in her ears.

“It was all a LIE!!” Sid threw down his shield badge and ID. “You’ve been working for shield this whole time! You lying sack of SHIT!”

Ron raised his hand in front of him. “Wait. Babe. I can explain.”

“Don’t call me that! SCHEIBe KOPF!! I ...

August Moon

I remember you

As you came to greet the sunset

Seems you were dressed in all red

Could see the shine in both your eyes

You spoke as if speaking to your own reflection

You gave a harsh word with a sharpish inflection

She cried into the night

Now I’ve got you in my sights

Just me and you

My august moon

Oh lovely moon, how I wish to hold you near me

And calm you of your anger

Let me ...

Sitting at the edge of that church pew, your right leg was bouncing up and down next to mine. I crossed my left leg over my right to contain my shaking, placing my folded hands on top for extra stability. I took deep breaths to steady my heart. ‘Should I ask?’ I wonder.

Before I get the chance to overthink it, my mouth opens on it’s own. “Are you nervous?” I ask, leaning forward and trying to pr...

He remembered her question; he couldn’t forget it. What’s the worst thing a woman could do to him? So many answers, so many directions he could take to answer.

It wasn’t like a man, who could beat or manipulate or get him arrested, who could kill him or burn his house down. Those were threats he could understand, for which he could prepare or defend himself.

With a woman it was completely differ...

Condensation ran down the hand, magnifying the words on the tap. Ryan watched it pool on the chipped wooden bar, rings permanently etched like carvings from too many thoughtless patrons who hadn't bothered using the coasters. At one point, Jerry, The Bar Next Door's owner, had stopped printing out the custom coasters, and just supplied whatever ones he could sneak away from other businesses.

Rya...

In the dim light of the early evening, Sarah sat by her window, her eyes tracing the fading outlines of the garden outside. The scent of blooming jasmine wafted through the air, stirring a memory she hadn’t visited in years.

It was a summer long past, the kind where the days stretched endlessly and the heat shimmered off the pavement. She was ten, running through this very garden, her bare feet p...

I can’t quite remember

Was it last December?

Was it day or night

My memory isn’t quite right

I wish I could think

The thoughts are on the brink

It’s not like I forgot

It’s just another thought

Was it last year or longer

Thinking about it and ponder

Wondering if you remember

That’s right it was last September...

You like the photographs?  I’m glad.  I should really bring them out more; it’s no use for them to sit here collecting dust.  Which one do you have there?

Oh, that’s one of my favorites.  No, I don’t think it’s a fake.  If it is, then I suppose my memory is just as unreliable as my husband says it is.  I remember that woman.  Daphne, her name was.  Or was it Dorothy?  

Forgive me, it was so long...