Jerry sat next to Dennis his second day, but just rocked in his plastic blue chair and stared at the triangle on the dry erase board for the eight minutes before the bell. Dennis’s hands were callused and his nails were too short. Jerry was disappointed in his own hands’ lack of character. He asked Dennis if it was okay to sit there. Dennis said he didn’t blame him.Continue reading
“Light’s out.” Jonathan pointed to the star atop the Christmas tree.
“Don’t say anything about it. Not even when we put up the decorations,” I said. He put his finger down before Aunt Sherry carried a cardboard box up out of the basement. She looked me up and down and then set the box at her feet. She held her arms out as I walked over. Her hug was silent. The little nutcrackers and angels stared up at me from between the holes in the green tape. We stood until she pushed me away with her hands on my shoulders. Half her upper lip didn’t move when she smiled. I rolled my arm backwards to Jonathan and cranked it towards Aunt Sherry. Jonathan came forward, pulled his eyes up, and stretched his lips across his face. She looked at the bag in his left hand. He pulled out a bottle of Four Roses and a block of Brie cheese.Continue reading
This week I’m stepping it up a notch in the dating department. I’m on week three of my last haircut, which makes my hair in that optimal state where it’s long enough to be ga-ga-ga-gorgeous and short enough for me to be cute. Depending on my book sales, I may not be able to get a haircut for a while. This is my optimal boyfriend-getting time. Of course, I’m also busy with my blog and my writing. I need a list.Continue reading
Well, it’s been a long time coming. What started out as a collection of 15 short stories that I’ve written over the last 3 years has been condensed down into 9 stories. These 9 stories and I have gone through a lot together. From our financially tight semesters at the University of Louisville campus to our current failing-at-Grindr-dating days in our Downtown apartment, these are the stories that I stuck with and refused to give up on.Continue reading
I spill the popcorn after complaining about Berry spilling it last time, which is what I get, he says. I spend too long outside in the hall talking to a man in joggers with a ring on his right ring finger. When I get back with a new tub, I try my best to catch up without Berry’s help. When the movie’s over, I say it was alright. Berry says it was worse than the last one. We get dinner at an all-night cafe on Bardstown Road. Berry asks which beers they have on tap. I ask which hand is the hand you’re supposed to wear a wedding ring on. Berry looks at me with his eyes wide open, his oval mouth at a diagonal, then back at the menu. The waitress smiles and shrugs as she turns away with empty glasses on a stack of brown trays. He tells me she was single, dude. I say I’m not asking about her. Berry looks around the cafe and asks me about different women. By the time we leave the hookah lounge upstairs, he’s under the impression that I like husky girls who punch in place wearing headbands. I run with it for the next ten years.
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