Breakfast, 6:30am. Two slices whole grain toast with honey, Early Grey tea with milk, half glass of OJ. Lunch, 12:00pm. Sandwich with lettuce, smoked turkey, tomato and mayo (Lite), water. Dinner, 7pm. Chicken breast grilled with Rosemary, green salad with raspberry vinaigrette, sparkling water with lemon. Dialed Josh’s number but Read more…
It was a spa of the future. Tammy had been saving for it since college. There were the requisite super soft cozy robes made from bamboo silk. The sheets were nine thousand thread count hemp fibre. For the few who could afford the elite fees, there were guest rooms bathed Read more…
It is the third time this week. Mattias can tell Rob is annoyed but he hasn’t done anything to solicit the attention. He is just the bar back at a popular spot. Bar Due Veh is well situated on a popular shopping stretch for chic and empowered women. Rob Read more…
“Look, I know it’s no one’s fault, it’s the weather, but I just spent $50 on a cab so I wouldn’t be late for this flight y’all cancelled. Not your problem the fifty bucks, but I need to get on that next flight.” He’s leaning way over the counter invading the Read more…
It was his favorite game the spring he turned five. Every Tuesday while his brother had tennis lessons, Sebastien and his mom played the Chalk Word game. Mariel grabbed the bucket of sidewalk chalk from the trunk and they tried to cover as much of the empty concrete wading pool Read more…
This is why Trina never wanted kids. She cannot take the pressure. She cannot bear the responsibility of making sure she’s not unleashing another sociopath into the world. She doesn’t trust her genes: there are vikings and pirates and rumors of madness. Danny’s side boasts a long line of drunks. Read more…
The streets are slick with rain and a thousand yellow Maple buds paint the asphalt. I remember your ridiculous yellow slicker but I don’t remember the trees. It was always night when we roamed the streets. Your wallet chain jingled as we careened down the mostly silent sidewalks, our Doc Read more…
Celeste is pissed. She is literally sick and tired of people telling her how she should feel. “Thanks, but no Mr. Macklethorn, I don’t think things have worked out well all things considered. Online Editor of Benefits wasn’t the position I wanted and I don’t give a fig how many Read more…