Short Story

I've taken on nightmares to mean the break of dawn. It was not so when I was a child. The darkness feared me, the miniscule chip of the crickets from the bush, the creepy silence when an image dashes past and I ask "who's that?" but no one answers. Now,...

REASON

This was not what I had expected when he said “hi”. Being single is a fart you don't want to smell on some days. Days when the girls you imagined would make you fine bridesmaids someday, are now the ones getting your congratulatory message on their Facebook post. “It’s one...