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
by Jeff Fleischer Staring didn't accomplish much. The food was definitely there, almost mocking him through the glass container. The top half of an hourglass with one thin funnel. Even a smart cat could tell only that the food fell through that funnel on some kind of predictable rhythm, and start to feel anticipation when … Continue reading Buster
by Brian Riggins Starting didn’t accomplish much. I took everything out of the first box and inspected the contents piece-by-piece, resisting the urge to reminisce or get distracted. Everything looked fine. Everything smelled fine. It was just a box of the kind of junk stuff a person accumulates throughout their teens and 20s, and now … Continue reading Something in the Walls