I should’ve ended it months ago. There's no fire with him, no spark. He’s attractive enough, but he’s just too nice. I even pick fights to see if he’ll stand up for himself. Instead, he simply acquiesces. I have no sympathy for him. I need a man who will argue with me. When he brought … Continue reading Dear John dinner
Category: 100 Word Song
Crossing over
She stayed in bed watching the ceiling fan make lazy circles above her, tracking each spinning blade as motes of dust flitted down, smudging her clean white sheets. At 3 a.m., she was as awake as she’d been four hours earlier. Closing her eyes, she tried to shut off the muddle of voices and images … Continue reading Crossing over
Pay-per-view
I turned out sofa cushions and emptied overflowing coin jars, trying to find as many quarters as I could, cashing in any remaining change for rolls of 25¢ pieces. Dropping my coins into the slots of a pay-per-view telescope trained on the horizon, I tried focusing on faraway images floating just out of sight. Fading … Continue reading Pay-per-view
All we need is love
“You’d do it if you loved me.” Those seven words changed her life forever. Once she gave in, he wouldn’t answer her calls or talk to her at school. She was a nobody again. Then the nausea started, and her flow stopped, and she knew. He called her names and refused to believe her. Her … Continue reading All we need is love
Always a bridesmaid
What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? I don’t know. I guess I thought that if I treated him like he treated me, he’d see. If I blew off dates, or didn’t call him back, he’d miss me, realize he wanted to be with me. That if I talked down to him in front … Continue reading Always a bridesmaid
Peel me a grape
“I don’t like how he talks to her. Like he’s commanding a dog rather than speaking to his wife.” The new engineer and his bride were the latest topic of gossip at the company picnic. Ross schmoozed with bosses while Betsy lingered on the fringes, speaking only to Ross when he snapped his fingers for … Continue reading Peel me a grape