He found himself at her door. Like so many times before. But he couldn't remember how he got there. It seemed all roads lead to her. It was a warm but cool night. He could taste its humidity on his tongue. Had he walked? Did he drive? He couldn't remember. Nor could he tear … Continue reading The Last Time
Lyrically Inspired
Runaway Train
The first in a series of short stories inspired by Songs. Pressing the dials on the payphone, I called her up in the middle of the night. All was dark and quiet. I felt like a firefly without a light. She was a blowtorch always calling me to her side. She picked up on the … Continue reading Runaway Train