A life-altering coffee (short story)

She stood leaning on the door frame, holding bags of groceries. Normally, she would have brushed him off, but today, for some reason she chose to keep talking. He seemed charming enough, his gaze inscrutable. Later, she would learn exactly what he meant by his gaze. But now, wholly guileless, she had no clue. His… Continue reading A life-altering coffee (short story)


Silhouette’s message

  A silhouette remains Of a bygone era A woman used, scorned Never loved, wanted.   The silhouette is dark, black No light can splinter To reveal its horror Or its shame.   The silhouette reminds, Like a wound, a scar Lest she be tempted To dwell there again.   The silhouette prods, Begs for… Continue reading Silhouette’s message