Don’t run

VIGNETTEI backed away, slowly inching toward the river. My breathe calm and steady even as my heart raced. Thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump. Doing my best to avoid direct eye contact, I froze when I heard the crackle of the branch under my foot. Time stood still for a fraction of a second that seemed to last…… Continue reading Don’t run

WP: Morning Habits

VIGNETTELooking down at my fingertips, I notice them black, smudged by the paper. It’s part of my habit. Coffee brewed at 6:30 am every morning for the past twenty years. An English muffin topped with sweet marmalade and three slices of jalapeño. And a single fried egg with bacon. Always with bacon. Some people call…… Continue reading WP: Morning Habits

Pre-Scene: Hills Like White Elephants

The girl leaned into his back, her arms wrapped around his waist as the American slowed the motorcycle to a purr. On the southernmost tip of Gibraltar, the Europa Point Lighthouse stood in the distance, casting a light as if to direct all who needed its guidance. He turned the key, pulling it from the…… Continue reading Pre-Scene: Hills Like White Elephants

WP: Bedazzled

She stumbles toward me on the F-train. Her thin earlobes pulling toward her shoulders by the weight of the iridescent, glitter-sparkling, crescent-shaped moon earrings matching the bedazzled moon charms pasted on her two-inch, rainbow-painted fingernails. A cubic zirconia encrusted tiara shifting toward her gold-speckled eyes as she breathlessly plops into the hard seat next to…… Continue reading WP: Bedazzled