Texts without much context . . .
Me: I wish I was there at this moment. Not the whole trip, mind you. Just this moment.
She: Did you see?
Me: Yes, I watched the u-stream. I love you so much. So proud of you.
She: I came really close.
Me: I saw!
She: If …Whatevs . . .
He saw it shimmer in the late afternoon sun as its enormity slipped away, saw the silver flat-bounced sunburst float in his rear-view mirror for an instant, had an eerie surreal sense of the impossible before the splintering and the shattering and the sparkling brought home the truth of the more than possible.
It …Scraped silence
She gathers up a few loose strands of hair and spins them around her finger. She winds the hair gently at first, delighting in the softness of its glossy caramel shine, but then more tightly, so that the flesh of her finger swells in the gaps of imprisonment. Staring down at her finger, she …Tourniquet of hope
She stubbed out another cigarette and read her past in the collected butted filth.
The greed of him left her breathless . . . it was like right up until that moment when he grabbed for her, she hadn’t known to want. She was one girl and then she was another, all in …The last duck of emptiness
Somewhere in Washington, about 50 miles north of my last sip of coffee . . . and I need to pee. I scan the roadside signage, trying to come up with a reason to stop that would just coincidentally involve access to a bathroom. There is nothing – it’s not time to eat and …The magnetic pull of stupid