imaginings

Somewhere on the back end of the bandwagon. Wanted for excessive use of text smileys, reading too many books, and watching nature documentaries narrated by David Attenborough for fun.

A Tale Told in a Bar by a Man Whose Wives Have Left Him

Romance is such a fleeting thing.

[I first wrote this around a year ago (Summer 2018). It sat in my files for so long because I didn't like it. I asked a critique buddy to read it a few months ago and didn't really edit it until now. I'm still not sure how I like it. Also somewhere in my files, there's the beginning of another version told from the wife's perspective where the paintings talk. It probably would have had a happyish ending if I'd ever wanted to finish it, but I'm kind of done. Here's good fluff from the Toast instead.]

Crows

An old man lives at the end of your suburban cul-de-sac, in a good, sturdy house with four curtained windows and a standard little trellis for climbing roses.

Space, Maybe

You can find yourself anywhere. For that matter, so can other people, with a decent navigator.

For the Love of Money

Money can't buy happiness, though it usually helps with attaining it. Written for a Les Misérables zine project.

Halloween Horrors

Ah, I was such a nice 8th grader.