Wind Beneath My Wings
To someone who didn’t know her, Melissa would seem to be asleep, curled up in a little ball, Mr. Bungley dangling by her arm. The size of the armchair she was in, it… Continue reading
To someone who didn’t know her, Melissa would seem to be asleep, curled up in a little ball, Mr. Bungley dangling by her arm. The size of the armchair she was in, it… Continue reading
It’s that moment that I’m sure everyone has: awkwardness where everyone keeps fidgeting, standing when they’re seated, sitting when they’re standing, eyes darting towards the top corners of the room, and all you… Continue reading
It’s the woman accelerating 0-80 down the freeway; she wiped her eyes as the incoming headlights of the delivery truck hit her straight through. It is one of these moments that we hover… Continue reading
Tonight I washed my work shirt by hand. Interesting fact: always do whites by hand now. It saves power and it is quicker. I can watch the red go down the sink, imagining… Continue reading
The plastic cup fell to the floor as my hand limped to the side of the bed. Sanitized water spilled across the white tiles, first just under the bedside table, then seeping through… Continue reading
This scene is set at one grave in a cemetery. A GUY enters, carrying a karaoke machine. He is in comfortable clothes, with a baseball hat on his head. He sets his player… Continue reading