by Neka Barrera “A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking” is what her brother had said yesterday when there was zero convenient parking available and their very adult decision to go shopping for artisanal balsamic vinaigrettes was completely derailed because of it. She’d given this statement a lot of thought since, … Continue reading F Minus
I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
I adopted a cactus today, that never before saw the light of day. As a homecoming, I showed him the sunset. He didn’t react.
“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 … Continue reading Lights
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 … Continue reading A 7am Commute
"Did you hear that scream?" "Yes, I'm the one that screamed." "Why'd you scream? Is everything ok?" "Yeah, I was just trying to see if the house echoes." We were standing in the middle of a cavernous, empty room - our soon-to-be living room. Mom and Dad had stepped outside to see if the moving … Continue reading “Did You Hear That Scream?”
by T.S. Henderson "Staring didn't accomplish much." She would often say. My sister, she was right. My daydreaming troubled her, and I could never ascertain as to why that was. My staring off into the distance wasn't ever blurred though. I did have a focus for my attention. She was as much a realist as … Continue reading Daydreaming