Steamy vapors dance out of our mug, rising up and active despite the cold. Warm, caffeinated, medicated, placated. But the cold has a way of slowing everything down, even the lifeless poison air wafting from our drink. Bottoms up.
Plagued
Tag: short story
Tales From Retail: Signs
So a lady comes up to the only closed register at work and sets her stuff down right next to a sign that reads "THIS REGISTER IS CLOSED." Right across from it, facing her, was the only other register, and it didn't have a closed sign put up. I was doing something else away from… Continue reading Tales From Retail: Signs
We Weren’t Always So Afraid of the Dark
Did you know that the Moon changes every day? Peoples of old knew, and they would go out and spend time with her every night to make sure that she was okay. They were friends, and the People called her Luna. If Luna had a name for the People, they never knew, but they knew that she listened to them; and that was enough.
Faith
Like many people, I don't remember much of my childhood. I was a dumb little kid too focused on having fun to think about remembering anything. Luckily, my mom remembers a lot that my sisters and I forgot. ❄ ❄ ❄ Mom and I were driving down a big, icy hill the other day, and… Continue reading Faith