PhotographMy heart flutters and skips a beat as her face peers through the photograph. She’s in bed, splayed, looking so enticing and yet still so innocent. And, in her eyes… a message.Photograph3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Come to me. Be with me. Hold me.
My arms ache. Every breath trembles and breaks off in my chest.
I want her. I want this exotic, ripe, sensual goddess of a woman. I want her to look at me the way she looks at the camera. I want her to lay at my side, in my arms.
But can I? May I? Everything that I want and everything that is right seem to battle together, becoming so separated and so conjoined while I stare at this woman that I can no longer tell them a
The Premonition “Mrs. Norrison is dead.”The Premonition3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
That was the first thing I awoke to that dreadful Tuesday morning. I would have been a little more comforted had this announcement come from a classmate or another teacher, or even from the cold, emotionless morning news. But that morning, the fact came to me from inside my own head, like a mosquito buzzing in my ear, barely audible but impossible to ignore.
I lay shaking in bed, afraid that if I instigated even the least little motion toward beginning the day that the rest of the universe would be set in motion, ultimately leading to the outcome I knew was inevitable.