What? That’s right, I’m talking to you. Why are you looking at me? Yes, I’m a cat. No, my name isn’t Kitty. Nor Mr. Cat. Please get your tourist camera…
He’d been working all his life. Just like his father. Trudging up the stairs to the top every day. He didn’t mind being the lighthouse keeper, though. There was something…
She stared hard at the pizza box. Kale smoothies. Wheatgrass shots. Quinoa salad. This is what she was supposed to eat. She felt regret sneaking up, but threw up her…
Why was it easy for everyone else to find a husband, boyfriend—or heck—even a date? What was the key to attracting a man amidst all the girls slutting it up…
Standing front and center, a young boy realized a dream. Further back in the crowd, a man kissed his girlfriend. In the balcony seats, a tired lawyer struggled to keep…
Six red apples scattered beneath a tree. A grocery run turned violent? An angry teacher? Maybe simply a universal truth painted in real life. She walks on and blows her…
The boat moved swiftly, but his hand still twitched. Often he’d wanted to quit, such hard work for so little reward. But days like today were the dream he lived…
Time machine. A sweatshirt. Something thick and metal so I can bash in Jenny Martin’s knees. I wish I had any of these things instead of this blossom of blood-red…
