They slowly drifted apart.
The man turned to his friends for fun.
The woman left alone to cry out her tears while waiting for him to come back.
Category: Shorts
Fully Me
I realized this morning as I pulled in to the parking lot, that I was filled with angst. I wasn’t nervous but realized I was apprehensive. I have spent my life encouraging, speaking truth to and guiding women, so what were all these unsettling feelings I was dealing with?
The Experience
You have each made it past kindergarten and first grade and are safe in second grade. I’m passing out some vouchers, if you come back within the next three weeks, you may bypass Sid, if you like, and start from here in the break room
A Letter To The Heart Reserved For Me
You are the heart reserved for me, but I want to tell you that I mistakenly thought your heart was somebody else a hundred times.
OUROBOROS
Just like that, Ernest was sitting in his chair in front of his computer and the monitor was displaying every word he had written, along with all the icons, widgets, and shortcuts!
The Gift
Our eyes lock for an eternity of moments, a past a present and a future combined and then the man steps from the opposite side of the wedding car. He was everything I would have hoped he wouldn’t be.
Past Midnight
The truth was deafening. I may have had drank more than the usual. Flashbacks of every alcohol intake came in a simultaneous rhythm with my head’s throbbing pain and the music’s bass.
Do You Feel Me? (September Feels)
Holding on to every last moment of summer, I feel that when I put on those jeans and those stupid thick winter yoga pants, I am almost defeated.
Hands
My mother had the softest hands of anyone I have ever known. When I was small, she would stroke the bridge of my nose to help settle me in for the night. And often would do the same to assist in quieting my tears.
When A Woman’s Heart Hurts
Against my will, the salty tears assaulted my cheeks as quickly as I could wipe them away. I just needed a good cry. I needed to dispel all this hurt and just move on. I wasn’t sure I could do this. Another gulp of air and a sob caught in my throat.
Sharp Edges
You ever held something with sharp edges? You know, edges and angles so rough that if you rub them too hard it hurts, might even cut you.
You Are Not The Judge Of Me
When a judgmental comment makes its way to my lips and can tell the condition of my heart is failing, I reel it back in. I reel it in. All of it. Stop myself in my tracks. Those words I am ready to share do not encourage.