I haven’t cleaned (or done much of anything) since you left, and now I only have dust clouds to keep me company in my silent apartment.
I resolve to vacuum, knowing I can treat myself to a peek at your picture (which I’ll destroy, I swear!) in the storage closet.
Sheela Kamath is a copy editor based in the San Francisco Bay Area. When she’s not writing, she’s adding books — from literary fiction to sci-fi and fantasy — to her Goodreads list and playing with her dog Starbuck (named for “Battlestar Galactica,” naturally). You can follow her on Twitter @skamath3
“I don’t love you enough.” How can enough be measured?
Five short words have changed months of planning for a shared future. We are no longer we.
But ‘I am’ succeeds ‘we are’, as determination succeeds incomprehension. My eyes are dry.
The future is all mine. He cannot change that.
A little over a year ago Debb Bouch entered a short story into a Needle in the Hay contest. Regular contests since have provided encouragement and challenge. And writing is all about challenge.
I hibernated through January.
Not one for excursions in the first place, I preferred not to move about at all except to keep my daily appointments in front of the TV.
I’m indifferent to the counsel of others who say, “Get over it.” I’m too busy being lonely without you.
Recently retired, Marian Brooks has begun to write some short fiction. Her work has appeared in Word Riot, The Linnet’s Wings, The Story Shack, Bleed Anthology and others.
Loneliness had been an epidemic that left all of my body boarded up. You were supposed to be the cure.
But I’m still feeling sick. I hope you can forgive me; I am going to eat this whole sandwich alone.
Because I am hungry, and because you are not real.
Couri Johnson is a graduate student of the NEOMFA, focusing on fiction. She is currently the president of YSU’s Student Literary Arts Association, and editor of the Jenny.
Hemingway appeared to me in that night’s dreaming. “I don’t mind talking tonight. You know how I feel about night thinking.”
“Yes. Night thoughts are nothing.”
“How do I work, now that she’s gone?”
He thought for a moment. “Start with the truest sentence you know. Then it’s easy.”
Jack Blair is a biker, triathlete, cowboy, dropout, and writer in Seattle. His blog on writing, training, eating, and playing is at www.jackblairdaily.wordpress.com.