My ankle still hurts from early hours Sunday morning, I got so drunk that I threw up again and I was so embarrassed that I fled, left my shirt and my hat, my dignity too. Running so fast that I stumbled in my platform shoes on the stairs, it happened so fast and I was … Continue reading The Sickness
Tag: short stories
Memories For Company
Today I walked past a house and through the window i could see their Christmas tree, still up, still shining full of lights even in February. I didn't even mind, in a way I completely understood how it felt to hold on to something good for as long as possible, something that brings you joy. … Continue reading Memories For Company
Chasing The Sun
You rip out my heart with your slight of hand and try to ram the moon into the space it left in my chest. I gave up on the moon when you gave up on me yet you hold it out in your hand, offering it up as if to give me solace for your … Continue reading Chasing The Sun
The First Snow
The tire tracks his car had left upon my drive were still there by morning, I cried at the sight of them as I smoked a morning cigarette and drank my coffee. I didn't feel the morning chill clawing at my dressing gown nor did I acknowledge the pounding in my head as the headache … Continue reading The First Snow
