love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Parisian Encounter
Giselle sat at the small table in the Parisian café where she was waiting for her date to arrive. Jacques should be along any time now. Paris was a very busy city, as was Jacques, and it was quite possible he’d been held up by unforeseen events at work. At any rate, she was sure that he would be arriving shortly. He had promised her, after all, that tonight would be a very special first date for the two of them. They had been working together for a year now at the store, but they had never been on a date before this evening’s planned event.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
A Short Flight
In the window seat of a small commuter plane, Vera laid her head against the glass and watched the oranges and reds of the sunset drip down the horizon. On the other side of the aisle sat a man about her age wearing large headphones, hunched over his laptop on the tray table. Vera thought she saw him fiddling with some sound editing software when she had taken her seat half an hour earlier.
By Anna Gumberg5 years ago in Humans
Unbreak My Heart
There were days when Samira could not sleep through the night. She would leave the warmth of her bed to sit on the front porch of her house where nothing but the cool mid-summer air would welcome her. Fresh air that one could only come across in the wee hours of the day, before the bright colors of the rising sun left its mark in the sky. Unlike Jerry, she didn't have an athletic bone in her body. Jerry often claimed that he was envious of her ability to wake up so early in the morning. Although he exercised after he came home from a long day of work, he would often say that there was nothing better than a morning workout to properly start the day.
By Shequinah Nanshanapa5 years ago in Humans
Like Magnesium Burns
I felt awkward in my body and my body alone that night. My mind kept clarity for the most part – there was just something about the order of events, the exact formula of our situation that made it uncomfortable to move inside. There was a tension there, just in existing, like I was sitting just outside of the present moment. Maybe a step back and to the left. Observing from without. It was hard to exist there in that vantage, hard too to step back inside myself, back into the flow.
By Cianán Joseph5 years ago in Humans
Under the Paper Moon
Him. John Hopkins Hospital. She was temptation. And I was the angel that fell from heaven. It was a sunny afternoon in Italy. She walked into my small bookshop that had a derelict wooden sign outside of its windows: Paper Moon Bookshop. I waited at the counter near the cash register with a book in my hands. I scanned the page quickly, earnestly consuming the text.
By Bella Leon5 years ago in Humans
