Staring games

You think you can intimidate me but I can see the ugly inside you. You think your crisp shirt and pressed skirt hide the dark stain but it bleeds through your pores. Your lower jaw juts forward ever so slightly daring me to maintain eye contact, challenging me to look Read more…

Ken Follett

He’s walking right to me.  He walks with the springy gait and stiff shoulders of a resident gym rat, huge negative space between his bowed thighs and his arms sit well away from his torso.  The subway platform isn’t crowded at this time of day but he’s not stopping at any Read more…

“on dit pas merci ici”

Marie-Helene was trying to understand the words coming out of the blonde woman’s mouth.  The perfect white teeth distracted her.  Marie-Helene didn’t understand why the woman was thanking her so profusely – it was just a bed.  An old lumpy bed that was wider than a single but not spacious enough Read more…