She watched the clock carefully. Maggie switched the light on. He flashed the lights of the car. It was all about to begin.

She watched the clock carefully. Maggie switched the light on. He flashed the lights of the car. It was all about to begin.

Rita leaned against the whitewashed brick wall and adjusted her boots. She bent her leg up slightly and pulled on the leather tongue and then ran her hand along the back from the heel. The black leather was smooth under her touch. “Rita” Henry called. Henry and Rita had been friends for almost ten years.…

‘Missing you’ she read his text over again. She wanted to call him, tell him… tell him what? that she understood? she didn’t.

‘Missing you’ she read his text over again. She wanted to call him, tell him… tell him what? that she understood? she didn’t.

The window reflected perfectly in the lacquered tabletop. white mingled with blue. She fingered the paper, not wanting to look.

L: Why do the tops of my feet itch? I scratch, but seconds later, the skin is crawling and begging to be scratched again. It’s distracting. I don’t want to be thinking about scratching. I don’t want to be thinking about anything right now. I just want to be writing. No. more than that, I…

The window reflected perfectly in the lacquered tabletop. white mingled with blue. She fingered the paper, not wanting to look.

He stood with the tips of his toes at the edge of the sidewalk. The bus stop was empty. Or so he thought. A car horn blared on cue.

He stood with the tips of his toes at the edge of the sidewalk. The bus stop was empty. Or so he thought. A car horn blared on cue.

20 minutes ~ whatever comes up ‘Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same’. The song wove itself through the morning sunshine to his sleeping body. Evan groaned and rolled over. He shoved the pillow over his head to block his ears. He should have reached back and smashed the alarm clock…