Tag: creative writing

I saw Theo before he saw me. He was the second groomsman to come down the aisle, a bridesmaid on his arm. He was smiling, genuinely and awkwardly – he’d always hated being on display. He looked good – fit, but not that obsessive revenge-body fit he’d been the first year after our breakup. He’d […]

I folded myself away like winter sweaters in April to love you like you’d never been loved. I poured it into your cork-stoppered heart relentlessly, watching it splash back on my feet but refusing to give up. I loved you.

He’s Clapton and coffee and old yellowed pages. He’s sheet music and apple pie with vanilla from a pint. He’s steaming showers and bars of Old Spice. He’s dark beer foam and hazelnut comfort. He’s whiskey and olives and ink-stained palms. He’s worn hardwood floors and hot sheets out of the dryer. He’s Thai food […]

“Psychic/Medium $25” – turquoise cursive curled on a black A-sign outside a brick-walled shop. Michelle had dragged me here because, “You never know” and “What if?” and “Come on, Lucy, it’ll be fun – if you hate it, I’ll pay for yours, too,” even though I knew I’d be paying for both of us because […]