Saw my father today. Sat opposite him on the Tube. His hair had more flecks of grey in it and I think he’s lost weight. We didn’t speak.
Mike Jackson lives in the UK and enjoys writing short tales in his retirement.
Donna and I never heard a sound coming from our new neighbors, who were separated from us by thick walls of black cherry and forsythia.
Still, whenever we made love, Donna insisted on closing the windows and drawing the curtains.
She would even lock the bedroom door, though we had no children, not even a cat that could nose its way in.
Later, when we had stopped making love altogether, the house held our silence like a broken bell.
Anyone listening as they let their dog pee against our mailbox would be unable to guess whether ours was a house of passion or devastation.
Even the packing up was quiet.
Charles Rafferty is an amateur archeologist who has yet to find any artifacts.
I said I’d never touch a drink again if I hit her or she got pregnant. An object in motion stays in motion. The moon full, no end in sight.
David Joez Villaverde (@academicjuggalo) is, and continues to be.