People have this funny habit of asking me where I’m going. My answer’s always the same. “In circles” I tell them. Sometimes I wonder why they wanted to know in the first place. Maybe it’s the over-sized backpack I’m always carrying. Maybe it’s the dirty shoes. Maybe it’s because I’m always glancing over my shoulderContinue reading “Loops”
Category Archives: Mini
I have grouped these stories as “minis” as you get a story in a very short time, but they are not as fully developed as the short stories I have posted.
Clinic
“Where the fuck are my pants?” In the background of that thought echoes: why am I talking to the dog? A buzz from outside. Coming, coming. I pull on my denim skirt instead. “Am I a murderer Dougie? Noooo, mama’s no murderer is she?” Dougie just stares with his ugly lop-sided face. I guess EthanContinue reading “Clinic”
Second Monday
Joshua. He likes me, but I don’t like him because his fingers are always cheesy. So are his teeth. He pulls up his socks too high and is always breaking bones. When he was in a body cast I used him as a coat hanger. Another time, I found my school picture in his geometryContinue reading “Second Monday”
