Four hours of drinking and partying, followed by a needed hour-long reprieve and I walk out the door. The world is a bit hazy and there is a slight stumble accompanied by an added heaviness to my steps that suggests I definitely should go back upstairs to sleep it off on the couch. Disregarding logic,Continue reading “Drive”
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Coffee
“Hey, Where’s Yara today? Doesn’t she usually work Mondays?” “She’s out sick, but she showed me everyone’s usual orders. So can I have your name, sir?” He stepped into the shop small enough to be a broom closet, the kind of shop with patrons drawings and fliers all over the walls, and frosted windows,Continue reading “Coffee”
Walks with Morgan – Caroline
Smoke is caught in the breeze as she walks through Vondelpark. Caroline notices children playing in the field to her left, a group of friends sharing a meal, some drinks, and each other on the right. Warmed by the sun, she strolls down the path. Stopping to look at the river and let the momentContinue reading “Walks with Morgan – Caroline”
N.Y.E.
“I thought it was my idea,” I say through the smoky haze. Seven of us sat around the table cards in hand. “Why did you think that?” asks Lauren who sat at his 2’o’clock. “Well, I had essentially invited myself to be apart of her New Year’s plans,” I say, noticing the looks of judgment,Continue reading “N.Y.E.”
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