Amie flirts with the subway guy enough that he lets her ride for free. When her wink is just right, or when she’s not wearing anything over her bikini top, he lets both of us through the handicapped entrance. There’s a 25 yard ramp down to the train platform and I wonder if it’s to [...]
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Oak Street
Posted in places, short shorts on September 27, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Why I Picked This Table.
Posted in short shorts, tagged coffee, espresso, growing up, relationships, trees on July 3, 2011 | 8 Comments »
She sat across the table thumbing at the handle of her cup of espresso, reading over the local news paper, a school graduation, a street rezoned. I stare over her shoulder at the men across the street sorting out tree branch from power line up in a crane. I want to tell her about how [...]
Still Figuring it Out.
Posted in short shorts, tagged anxiety, relationships, therapists on June 20, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Rita starts smoking on the Trasher tour. Elie gives her a pack of Marlboro Lights and she thinks he’d be impressed if she empties it that first night. After coughing and laughing and smiling just because eye contact is made, Elie still seems disinterested. The first therapist Rita sees is in college, the free one at health [...]
Mix it up.
Posted in short shorts on June 2, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Joel moved out to California expecting something and after a year moved back to the east coast. “I liked it fine,” he told me, “but I mean c’mon, not even one tremor… Is it too much to ask? I want the earth to move.” I commented on it, and he said that he seriously didn’t [...]
Wishes
Posted in short shorts on June 1, 2011 | 2 Comments »
I remember wishing as a kid and I’d wish on anything. I had a rule about red cars; they needed a wish each. And stars, but that’s a given, and sometimes planes in the big city, as planes took the place of stars. And I’d look to the sky and pray on that, a wish [...]
Whoa.
Posted in short shorts on November 16, 2010 | 5 Comments »
He handed me 30 cents he had in his pocket. “For tolls,” he said. Small, yes, but it’s nice not to have to pay all life’s tolls yourself. We drove further and further away. One day, he said, I’m-a make a book outta her. Until then, I said, Seattle or all the way to Vancouver? [...]
Sewers will take it.
Posted in short shorts on August 1, 2010 | 5 Comments »
I let her have the umbrella as she ran around to the driver’s side. We had come out together in the rain, each with one hand on the handle and we ducked instinctually and ran out low. We were close and I remember thinking it was the first time our fingers had touched in a [...]
Another they say…
Posted in short shorts, tagged they say, waiting on June 22, 2010 | 2 Comments »
They say the first week is the hardest. Well, I’m a few months in and I’m still waiting for that first week to be over.
Bronson, Kansas.
Posted in short shorts on June 4, 2010 | 1 Comment »
I knew when she offered me her pulse, I was done for. “I blame it on you,” she said with her hand in my back pocket. “If you hadn’t spun that ash tray on the counter…” “Sure, just go ahead and let the ash tray off the hook,” I said. I don’t know when being [...]
