I Move the Stars for No OneI’m going to start crying if I keep standing here waiting for her to say something. I should know better. I’m always the one who breaks the silence, not her. I turn back to her doorway, but I hear Benji get to her feet. I can’t make out her expression from her reflection in the glass; her face is a blur.I Move the Stars for No One5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Would you just—”
“What.” My hand is still on the doorway.
She puts her hand on her head. “I’m not going to ask you to wait for me,” she says, her words slow and even and her posture straight and tall. “But you should sit. If you want to.”
The easy way is walking out the door. To have the last word, since I’ll never come up with an actual phrase better than Benji’s. To hold on to my anger and let it burn through me and leave me empty. To leave the fallout for another day.
But the truth is—I don’t want to leave. I turn, slowly, and try to think before I speak, even though that’s i
White Musk and Orange SevilleHe smelled of freshly brewed coffee and secondhand stores. Their fingers entwined, the scents of Jōvan White Musk and a roasted Orange Seville intermingling. There were sparks in their eyes, Brett’s as warm and as rich as brandy and Sam’s a regal labradorite. Brett would get lost in the depths of his boyfriend’s irises; fingertips tracing the contours of finite hands and wrists, the bones a labyrinth of restless thoughts and ideas, he would watch the other boy lovingly and another voice would interrupt–White Musk and Orange Seville9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Gross!” A seven or eight year old pointing them out to his mother, who clicked her tongue and said, “Hate the sin, not the sinner.”