1 Christie was a small girl--a modest 5-footer who had deceivingly slender legs that people thought she was taller. As she turned into a "real lady" at 18, she received the two best gifts: a puppy and her ticket to her very first date. She was excited for her own puppy, but she was even … Continue reading Noah was still a little puppy
She had left it without farewell, without assurance of when she'd be coming back or if she'd be back for it at all--but it had always loved her. It had always waited for her. Noah, a stout beagle, still gave her the same kind of cheek-licking and hip-waggling affection whenever she returned. Noah didn't easily … Continue reading What’s more certain than the love of a dog?
I've stopped anticipating movie marathons together or you going home to me. I've stopped dreaming of spending more time with you. I've stopped including you on my travel bucket list. I've stopped craving for our next pig-out. I've stopped waiting for that huge teddy bear you promised, or that ice cream. It's been a while … Continue reading I’ve Stopped.
The young apple blossoms hesitate to bloom as they pretend heedless to the luring whispers of the early morning breeze. Mark has been watching, listening to the soft but tuneful blow of the wind. Anna hesitates to walk towards the apple tree where a young man has been standing upright, his head cocked. She feels … Continue reading Blossom
It is plainly painted with cream. Its bristled roughness and sharp edges show an appearance of toughness yet its slenderness gives away its vulnerability. The surface, lined with vertical bristles, is like a vast highway with heavy traffic of parallel vehicles. The handle, like a stout and narrow bronze goblet, is cold to the touch. … Continue reading The Door and Out