Stories

The night was creeping over the evening light as Jordan and I walked by the water’s edge. He looked different. Not fatter, but more there. A darker tan, happier, as though a missing jigsaw piece was added to him. Though we were audibly silent by each other’s sides, our unspoken thoughts were chattering and very […]

The night was preparing to clock out, the early birds singing, telling us that summer’s on the way. I was sleeping, like a normal person should be at that time on a weeknight. So Susi called me. It’s urgent, she says.  She was at a guy’s house. Her male project of the month. “I’m on

Screaming, Taylor’s cat awoke its narcoleptic owner, alerting her to a shadow outside their apartment’s terrace window, which then exploded as the shadow made his entrance, shards spitting in every direction. Taylor, 31 years old and a carpenter, was still trying to clock into reality, her amygdala ahead of her slumbering body. The cat looked