Ellie Brooks
Bio
Just a poet with a head full of words and a heart full of dreams.
Stories (2/0)
Ode to an Unforgotten Night in the City
We spent our paychecks on three dollar bottles of wine that tasted like burgundy Crayola. We reeled in her Tinder matches until one promising catch invited us to a concert. We spent three hours, drunk and delightful, trying on each other’s clothes and jewelry. Laughter abounded. We barely remembered to bring our subway cards. At the station, the faces glared at the brackish chuckling faeries as we snorted about sex and men. The thing about New York that everyone should get to try, is the abundance of reactions from faces that you’ll never see again. So we didn’t care. Nor did we care that the concert we were so cordially invited to started over an hour ago. Or that our train came and went on the platform above us as we stood waiting for a train that was never coming. We stumbled back up the stairs to correct our mistake. We took the next train. Still lost in all of our catching up, we rode it several stops past the platform that might have led to a forgettable evening with forgettable strangers.
By Ellie Brooks3 years ago in Wander
The Little Black Book
Felicity wandered her usual haunt. Running her fingers along the base of her favorite shelves. Past Austen, Fitzgerald, Homer, Shelley. She was searching for some new old work to consume her unstructured hours, the time she had to spare between her job as a nanny and her second job waitressing on the weekends.
By Ellie Brooks3 years ago in Humans
