Friendship
The Wrong Train
James had taken the wrong train seventeen times in his life. He had catalogued each one the way some people catalogue disasters — as evidence that he was fundamentally, constitutionally bad at paying attention to where he was going. He was a brilliant structural analyst whose mind was always three problems ahead of his body, which meant his body frequently ended up somewhere unexpected.
By The Curious Writer4 months ago in Confessions
The Midnight Garden
Nobody expected Elena to be gardening at midnight, but her neighbors had long since stopped expecting anything conventional from the woman at the end of Larkspur Lane. She was sixty-two, recently retired from a career in environmental science, and she found that sleep came less easily now that her days had no structure. The garden was her answer to restlessness.
By The Curious Writer4 months ago in Confessions
When Did You Realize Men Were Evil?
You know, growing up, I got my history lessons in school, and one thing that really stuck with me was the story of the two World Wars. At first, it all seemed pretty straightforward , just people disagreeing and resorting to violence to sort things out. Honestly, it felt like just another chapter in a long list of conflicts, kind of like the wars that have come before and the ones still happening today. I thought, “Okay, disagreements can lead to violence sometimes.” Simple enough, right?
By real Jema4 months ago in Confessions
