Alone on January 2, 2012

I took the train out from North York, staring at my phone and the last three messages I sent into the silent, digital maw. I bit back bitter tears, thinking that maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time... with the wrong person. Luckily, most wrong places have train stations out.

Le Petite Princess

She reminded me of the night sky. Maybe it was the sheer blondeness of her hair, which - when tied to those restless eyes and pale complexion - made me wonder if moonlight looked like this when She wanted to wander where the shadows were. Suddenly, I knew why foxes only danced under the Moon's … Continue reading Le Petite Princess

A Beautiful Night

She slid closer, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders, murmuring softly under her frosted breath as she fought against blessed sleep. The other put out her cigarette, complaining idly about the cold while thinking about love and loss. The one who dragged them both outside smiled as lights streaked across the sky. "Beautiful night." … Continue reading A Beautiful Night

The Anticipation of a Moment

He sighed, leaning back with a look of thoughtful contemplation, then returned to the manuscript. Another smoked beside the window, reading, brows furrowed. She watched them eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Well?" someone said. A moment of silence dawned with the sun, pregnant with effort, skill, and no little amount of divine inspiration. "It's perfect." … Continue reading The Anticipation of a Moment

Two, Alone

She laughed, tossing back the phone, "How depressing!" The writer felt defensive, "That's like, my schtick - a dreary poet who rejects catharsis." "Oh, honey,” she murmured, a finger prodding his cheek, “Rejection implies choice.” Across the room, a grey shorthair yawned with an air of annoyance, wondering why it’s human was talking to himself … Continue reading Two, Alone

11:22PM

Jittery and anxious, he played over their conversation in his head for the seventy-third time. There was definitely something to it, right? He wasn't overthinking things - this was perfectly normal behavior (for whatever passes for "normal" nowadays, right?). He carefully typed out his thoughts, the haptic feedback turning every word into a heartbeat. SENT … Continue reading 11:22PM