Today’s prompt at the Go Do Go Café: Write a story or poem that ends with the phrase “he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory” He said it could quite possibly be the most important text he’d ever sent (to her), and would she like to meet him at The Bamboo Banshee for [...]
I almost called you today when a song came on the radio that reminded me of the "us" in my mind's eye; the us that lives exclusively and forever in my heart then I remembered (how could I forget?) you don't care like I do and that you don't think of me "that way" and [...]
The warmth of your hand holding mine felt like coming home. For those few seconds I was exactly where I wanted to be — but knew I couldn't stay.