Outpatient

by Ian Watts “I don’t want to talk about it,” Adam mutters, shifting awkwardly as he sits. His suede jacket is folded over crossed arms, clasping it to his chest like a flotation device. He is embarrassed at the words as soon as he speaks them; they make him feel small, like a child petulantly …

You Can Trust Me

by JP “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quietly. She paused, blinked; registered that I had interrupted her. Something flashed across her expression--irritation? But she smiled warmly and pulled me closer to her, dispelling the thought. I felt a pang of guilt. “I-I’m sorry….” My lip quivered, and I looked away. “Oh, …

Riches to Rags

by Michael Drone “I don’t want to talk about it!” Usually when a homeless person walks up to me they just want money or food, something along those lines. This was a new tactic, so I bit. He didn’t seem like the average sort, wasn’t drunk or strung out, just looked like he had a …

For Better or Worse

by Melech Bialo I don't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna talk about how things can always be worse. Things can also be better. I don't wanna talk about being positive all the time, brushing aside the metaphorical strand of hair that may represent the challenges that are constantly in my face. I don't …

Tugging at the Edges

By Anonymous I don't want to talk about it, but I can't stop. This broken heart is ugly. This shattered heart is embarrassing. This wounded thing inside me is shameful and I don't want anyone to see it, but I can't stop. "It'll hurt less if I talk about it," I assure myself. It's like …

Sunday, 6pm

by Ola Faleti "I don't want to talk about it." "Yes, you do. You have that stupid grin all over your face." "I think I love her." "Really?" "Nah, but her tongue is incredible." "You bastard." "She told me she could knot a cherry stem in her mouth." "Mmm hmm." "I believe it." "You shacking …

You seem…sad.

By Cat Coule “I don't want to talk about it,” I told Matthew. I turned away from him, towards the ocean. I was lying...and I wasn’t lying. My heart wanted. My throat did not. This was the one thing I had wanted us to talk about for so long. And, yet, if the words came …

Encouragement

by Jeff Fleischer “I don’t want to talk about it!” “Not this again,” his mother said. Wendy knew from her first two progeny that it was important to encourage a child’s creativity. She also knew that there was a fine line between that encouragement and cementing bad habits. Her oldest’s brief dalliance with clown college …