The Inkwell

It was a rainy day, the day that I met her.

The sun rose and began its languid trip around the sky. Its light stretched among the woods, finding hidden spaces, covering others in new…

I watched them parade around the truck. Evan approached the back of the restaurant to get a better look.

“You’d think they’d have built enough condos already,” Mia said.

The couch was rather comfortable. He liked it more than he should.

It started with an email.

The man saw the woman he’d been looking for. She was jogging in the park, surrounded by clients. She cheered them on. She corrected their…

The woods were a funny place.

She moved through the water in a way few could.

The night was calm and warm and we proceeded carefully.

The gravel crunched under the tires of the old car as we pulled into the driveway.

The day Rose was born was supposed to be a happy one.

The tall, dark haired man stood in the corner of the large room nursing his drink and watching the people make a fool of themselves on the…

“Ugh this is creepy,” she said.

It was one of those perfect summer nights.

The pickup sped down the country road.

“Okay let’s hear it from the top,” I said.

“I don’t get why I’m here,” Tobias said.

It was the last weekend before graduation.

The man with the gun made the other man walk through the forest.

“Talk.”

“Has anyone ever gotten away from you?” Tobias asked.

The sun was warm in the little forest glen where I’d been living for the last year or so.

He moved slowly as she watched him.

There are days.

“I don’t understand.”