157

As the sun finally sets, and dusk settles in, I write your name in the sand for the 157th time. For the 157th time, the water rushes forward and laps it up, as though to remind me that I should just forget you. I write it again, And before I finish the last loop, the water …

Head to Toe

I dreamt of your stormy grey eyes, tired but twinkly, wondered if I'd get to laugh with you and watch the crinkles in the corners deepen or lean my head gently on your chest while you hug me from behind, strong presence at my back and arms wrapped loosely around my waist as we watch …

Tell Me a Story

Recently, we've all had pages and pages of information forced under our noses. After all of the (important, though exhausting) discourse, I've been wanting to read something a little shorter, and sweeter. I asked anyone willing to collaborate to send me, in no more than 200 words, a short and sweet story. They delivered, and …