Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

The white webbing between his fingers stretched to transparency; his  knuckles, flattened into the hard flex. His eyes were fishbowl large, his gaze, intense. The tightness around them signal extreme vulnerability, loneliness, fear of abandonment. My eyes returned to his hands bracing his dinner plate. Pleading hands, but not for me. For her. For her to … Continue reading Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

Tulsa in 19

[WRITING PROMPT: Three times last week, Tulsa OK came up in conversation. This is a timed 15-minute based on the phenomenon] “Tulsa? Why Tulsa?” “Because that's where I'll be...” Immediately I'm hearing George Strait singing, 'Amarillo By Morning.' This jackass. The balls on her, really. “Did you hang up on me?” “Thinking about it.” “Don't be … Continue reading Tulsa in 19

A Tale of Two Brians

[Writing Prompt: Revisit a famous book title, time = 30 minutes] NOTE: I actually got choked up writing this. Dayumn. The tea shop seemed the ideal place to have Brian meet me. After all, it's where he was Skyping me from all afternoon two weeks ago. I sat, legs pressed together tightly, with two chai teas, one for … Continue reading A Tale of Two Brians