It seemed real, but then again, what does that mean? Your arms were there, scraping against mine. You lips were chapped, rubbing against mine. Your eyes were blank. Your shirt was off. Your chest was bare.
We were like a pot of stew – such a mixture of differing ingredients, some unlikely, but somehow coming together as one complete and amazing creation.
I think if we were a soup, and served to millions, everyone […]
He chewed the bit of straw as if it were a last supper, though I think it was only that he was in a deep concentration. We sat in the countryside together – right next to one another- in the field, voicing not a […]
I smacked the invisible tennis ball with the imaginary racket gripped between fingers.
I always wanted to be an athlete but football was too physically demanding, baseball was too defined, and basketball […]