Dizzy

I wanna dance around my kitchen with you, letting the music move us, spinning my head until my hair clings to the light sweat on my brow catches in my eyelashes and I blame my dizziness on the spins. I want you to jokingly shake your hips and be a surprisingly good dancer. I want …

That Woman

by Ella She had her scarf tightly wrapped around her face as she joined me under the heat lamps. It’s cold,” she said, “It’s cold.” I nodded in agreement, exaggeratedly, so that she could see my acknowledgment through my own fastened scarf. She continued speaking about little things as though I had given her more …

Death

by Collyn Warner The Death Card sits wedged in the pocket of her denim jeans as she fumbles with the corner of it, trying to make herself feel a little more certain while wearing the card down a bit further. Inevitably when you sit in a coffeeshop and see random pieces of paper stashed in …

The Shortcut

by Celeste Stupid shortcut. Why did I listen to him? Jenna thinks as she huffs to an intersection. She stops to hitch up the lacy front of her ridiculous gown. Suddenly another red-faced woman in a lacy white gown comes jogging up the other street. Margie! Jenna bunches her skirt in one hand and pounds …

Outpatient

by Ian Watts “I don’t want to talk about it,” Adam mutters, shifting awkwardly as he sits. His suede jacket is folded over crossed arms, clasping it to his chest like a flotation device. He is embarrassed at the words as soon as he speaks them; they make him feel small, like a child petulantly …

You Can Trust Me

by JP “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quietly. She paused, blinked; registered that I had interrupted her. Something flashed across her expression--irritation? But she smiled warmly and pulled me closer to her, dispelling the thought. I felt a pang of guilt. “I-I’m sorry….” My lip quivered, and I looked away. “Oh, …