In a Lonely Place

Why is she smiling? He’s been sitting there all this time. Nothing has especially changed. She’s smiling because she’s seeing the future – a word, or a kiss – and whatever happens, her ability to see the future makes her…

A few days ago the smoke from his nostrils was like a cartoon bull’s, but now it’s a beak hanging open, Bogie a rumpled bird of prey too jaded to stir from the branch.

Sometimes, instead of attempting to note the change, or philosophize about change as a concept, it’s reassuring to know that each day there are changes, even if you spent the day wasting time that was not wasted, because everything was…

I used to have perfect vision. But you should know that over the past few months I’ve gone half blind. So I may be missing important details. Or I may be seeing things differently than they really are. The doctor…

Their necks today, the sliver of white at hers, which I’d never noticed, like a healed scar or a gap you’d wish to gently slip your hand into, and his, a shadow earpiece and the reassuring tendons and folds of…