Lights

“I don’t love you anymore.” I sat there, spacing out to the middle-distance. I felt my left eyelid twitch a few times, before subsiding. I nodded. “It’s not anything you did,” she continued. “I just feel like we’ve both started growing in different directions. Drifting apart. And I know how sad you are when I’m …

A 7am Commute

Staring didn't accomplish much, though the riders seemed to think that if they looked long and hard enough at the intercom they could make the conductor cease his morning announcements. It was a rainy Friday morning, not even 7am. You could tell the seasoned Chicago veterans from the newbies by the umbrellas casually dangling from …

Little Victories

He wondered when she was coming home. No amount of frantic barking made the front door open, nor did scratching at the door and whining make the gravel in the driveway crunch with the weight of car wheels. After sniffing all around the house (maybe she was hiding again), he resigned himself to his fate, …

Natalie

My next place, she muses, will have hardwood floors, shining in their newness. It will have high ceilings and many, many windows, so that the sun can beam through. Perhaps she'll have a cat, and her cat will nap in the pools of sunshine pouring into the apartment, heating those hardwood floors. She walks over …