The invisible wall of generation usually keeps me on my side of the courtyard on Sunday mornings. Right after church, however, the central coffee station is a hustled mixture of young and old. And there the coffee flows, not quite quick enough for some of us. Waiting in line, we pass friendly smiles and sweet… Continue reading Patient Discontent
It was only the second drink. Sloshing spinning slivers of silvery ice. Two pieces swimming just beneath the surface. Swirling around in synchrony glassed in an endless circle. A tiny shake from his fingers almighty kept them timelessly turning around each other. They crash into each other from time to time, bludgeon themselves against the… Continue reading Drunk for the Angels
She didn’t really know which direction to walk. Just had to walk. Clouds covered only a piece of the sun, burning on her left shoulder. She wanted her sweater, not just to shield the sun, but to cover, swaddle, pull together the uncontrollable thoughts making her head dizzy. Walk forward, no matter where that led… Continue reading How Can She Know the Way?
Cinderella. Sleeping Beauty. Princes and Princesses. There is a longing need to be a part of a fairy tale. We heard them when we were children. We may have seen a Disney movie or two. Somewhere along the line a gripping tale of good and evil, innocent and guilty, damsel in distress and prince on… Continue reading Girls Need a Fairytale
She didn’t know why she had never tried it before. Over the years, she could think back to plenty of times when it could of happened. Remembering herself from a previous era, she was quite surprised, actually, that it was only now that she had ended up in this moment. Fingers down her calf, meeting… Continue reading Pretending
A good story meets you in the midst of life. It tells you something true, something you can relate to. It abducts you. It takes your heart unexpectedly. It gives you the breath of another life as a character in the fairy tale. It becomes a reality you dream is yours. It paints a world… Continue reading Predictable Stories are the Worst
She hadn’t heard any screams. No crashes or anything out of the ordinary. Nothing jolted her awake as it should have. The air felt different, she remembered. Pillows and sheets and blankets, swaddled her with naivety that every thing was the same as when she sent to bed last night. Her mouth was sticky and… Continue reading It Ended With a Whisper
It looked like an old piece of paper, stuck to the bottom of the cardboard box in the attic. The kind of trash that most people wouldn’t even give a second look to. At the end of the cleaning day. When there was such an abundance of meaningless old papers that would have to journey… Continue reading When Words Meant Too Much
Pink flowers etched on to the couch. Faked a smile at the wilting flowers outside the window drenched by the grey. Velvet fabric mocking the outdoor fleshly petals crusting over. At one point in their life, couch and flower, they might have felt the same. But today they are not the same. Unnaturally preserved vibrant.… Continue reading Touch of Regret
Toe touches the bare floor. A drum beat pulses through bone skin blood. Currents of an unpredictable rhythm tickle the senses. And she begins to dance. Hair pouring over and under. Hips and thighs swivel too fast, too slow. A finger draws up lightly, feeling every sensation. Blur of a color, and swirls of many,… Continue reading Dangerous Dance
Cindy Koch 