Fiction

On the corner of a dusty town lived an old woman, with silky-silver hair that lunged past her shoulders, but which she kept tucked neatly in a bun that resembled iced cinnamon rolls. When she was a younger woman, her …

Convince yourself you’re going to go.  That’s the first step. You won’t want to at first; you’ll want to stay at home and read; or stay at home and watch television; or do anything, really, that involves staying at home. …

It’s late, and my phone rings. She’s crying. She tells me she’s sorry. I’m dazed and confused by this. She can’t be with me and she’s sorry. The line goes cold.      It was another day in the gym, nothing too …