At Least They're Committed

Whoa! Man! That didn’t take long! “What’re you doing?” he’s glaring at me from across the computer, but the corners of his eyes turn downward in concern. “You know, even the most lowly play a role here. Don’t be so quick to assume you’re not playing yours.” “I want to die.” “No, you don’t,” he’s insistent… Read more

Drat. My dress is too long. I never notice these things until I catch my reflection in storefront windows walking from the bus. I should have tried it on before tossing it in the washer, the dryer and then sliding it onto my body. I freakin’ look like Stevie Nicks! Read more

I do not need assistance nor do I look like I do. I know precisely where I’m going but the male nurse asks anyway. “Can I help you find who you’re looking for?” he offers. He’s handsome, tall and military and he must want me to notice him because otherwise he would have just let… Read more

My feet were smacking hard on the pavement as I walked because it was that kind of day and I just needed to walk to escape. But no. There is no escape for me. I rounded the corner from 128th to Lowell as the RTD bus drove up. A man with a walking stick that… Read more

By Dante (written when he was 10)             A tiny voice asked, “Could he be the one?”           “Huh?” Archie asked as he awoke. But all he saw was the sun staring back at him. It was a Sunday; he had to go to church. As they were sitting in the car, they were… Read more

It’s quiet and empty in this room, my saddle shoes make no sound. The light is bright, shining hot down on me but it’s still cold. I pirouette and fly into the chair. It looks like it’s made of sand but it’s hard and hurts my bare knees as I land in it. Its skinny… Read more