Listening

The first time I saw the ‘65 Mustang, her soft-top was shredded. Her passenger door only opened from the inside. Reservoirs stood empty or were missing. The hoses, the seals, the coating on the wires all showed sun damage. She’d been standing with her hood open for years. Anyone else might have walked away, but … Continue reading Listening

So real

"If it came down to it," I'd asked Jack once. "If you could only save one of them..." "One of who?" he wanted to know. "Kyna or Katie. If you couldn't get to both of them." "Katie," he said without hesitation and with a conviction I couldn't mistake. I nodded. He'd just been confirming something … Continue reading So real

One way out

I fumble for the switch, slap it off. The only light is the flickering of the EXIT sign, staining her pink. I pretend these are your lips, your hands, your teeth digging into my skin. I let her take what is yours.

Broken

You dropped a dish, and with it all pretenses. You asked if I was leaving. Kneeling in these shattered half-truths, I can't lie. “I don’t know. Do you want me to?” “No.” Our mended hearts are fragile, and in each others’ hands.