A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.
Mind on Fire
He sat at a large desk carved of cherry wood. On a coaster to the right of him sat a beautiful glass. He'd just gotten up to place three cubes of ice inside it. Then, he poured his favorite mixing bourbon into the glass, topped that off with Coke, and then added a splash of bourbon for good measure.
You Were Everything I Needed
I've been thinking about you a lot lately. A lot. I mean, every single day. I wake up and think of you. I go to bed and think of you. I write about you. When I'm walking at night and see a shooting star, I think of you - and wish for "us" again. A new version of us, a better version.
On the Couch
You sent a message. It was loud and it was clear and it was ignored. Not intentionally, ignored, though. I would sit on your couch and listen to the songs. And you chose the songs. You poured the drinks. You listened to my words. And you lamented my lack of action.