Hello, Yellow

It’s Tuesday, October twenty-fifth, and there is a hand on the box in the corner.

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Seventeen

This is a story about climbing. Up to the roof where they won’t see, feet on the edge of a cliff, the edge of a cliff on the cusp of the city.

Mirrors

It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart.

Hesitate

He broke gaze after thirty seconds, he knew because there was a clock on the wall right behind her head ticking away the hours they had spent there in the dark deciding if they were good for each other anymore.

The Invincible Man

In the corner store, 3501, is where I found him this time.

Nobody Gets

It didn’t take much to figure it out, it just fell out

A Note On The Docks

I will not be forgotten.

Clawed

It’s not past seven but the day is dark, a slow trickle of rain coming through the window.

The Lonely

It was cold out. Not too cold out, but the wind was predictably chill this time of year and everyone knew it too.

Six Chances

It was an inevitability, the crack of a hand across her face.

The Black

It was the kind of thing adrenaline junkies live for, and contrary to what the diving instructors of Acona will tell you, it most certainly was not an urban legend.

Trying To Lose

It was cold and wet, the sheen from two days of pouring rain still reflecting off the street lamps.

Shattered

The one thing he hated more than anything was the sound of breaking glass.

21st Century Love Affair

It’s kind of crazy that this is what it’s come to, when all it takes is a small irrelevant “K-Dot” to stump you.

Just Friends Now

I picked her up from the airport. I had insisted on it even though we were in this weird place, her getting up and leaving for weeks without a word the most obvious of indications.

Play House

A big house on a lake, and a boy who doesn’t love me.