We are immortalized by our words. Mine are fake. Generally. Am I falsely immortal? Or immortally false? —I write fiction short stories. @HipsterHallman
On Saturday I was perusing through Bath and Bodyworks just searching for some hand lotion. Something masculine and musky, but everything seemed to be too dainty for my tastes. I was along the back wall eyeing a display of bejeweled owl gadgets when I saw you.
It was a warm December afternoon. I had worked all morning and was starving to death. I warmed a heaping paper plate of spaghetti in the microwave. It was delicious; I do love leftover spaghetti. I sat back satisfied with my meal as I sighed a complacent breath of fulfillment. I left the table and…
This is going to move fast so try and keep up. I’m going to apologize right now for A. my boldness and B. my misuse of the English language.
Two-hundred and sixty-five days into the year is when I saw you. I sat up in a warm bed with soft light coming through my…
Is this weird? I haven’t seen you in years. I’ve thought of you very little, in fact. But I found a cat under my car this morning and you instantly came to mind.
I went to work as usual, trying to push you from my mind, and not even thinking of the cat that I…
I wake up in a cold sweat. Alone. Did I mention cold? Sweaty? My fan is broken. My AC is on it’s last leg. It’s last peg-leg even. My clock dances in the sleepy moonlight but I’m pretty sure it says 2:34. Too early for sure. For going to bed at 11:45. I roll over with a grunt and…