Noon on the Day We Left Each Other
(Part 1) Oh, my Dear I feel as if I am falling so fast- Hurtling faster than gravity could, should pull… Can you feel it?
Explication
Plip-plop plip-plop click-clack clatters the onomatopoetic tones of pen on paper, alliterating the patter of rain that gave rise to these words and so many others....
The Waiter
The diet was off. The craving had stalked him for two days. He had to eat something real. This didn’t mean that he hadn’t thought twofold before entering the...
