Standing in front of my greenscreen, the camera clicks. I’m wearing a brown shaggy wig, copious amounts of…
Intimacy of Doorknobs
The doorknob to my room holds the residues of so many people. It’s a simple doorknob. It’s silver and shiny. It’s smooth and feels…
Although the warmth of the summer sun made it difficult to feel anything but delight, Monica couldn’t shake the overwhelming emptiness…
“I think I’ve seen this woman,” Stephen said to his wife as he rose from the table his mouth half full of cheerio’s. He had…
*The year is 2019*