Sunday February 12, 2017
Overheard on the 4 bus
Tommie was rocking her newborn baby in her arms and humming gently when the telephone rang. 109 more words
Tags » Tiny Story
Sometimes I write tiny stories.
Here’s my latest:
“Darling, roll over,” Melania said softly to the giant orb of flesh topped with a pop of silky wheat floss on his head lightly emerging from his slumber next to her in their fur-covered, diamond-encrusted, Tsar-sized, Tempur-pedic bed. 137 more words
there’s a bespoke bottle of perfume on my dressing table, unremarkable glass bottle all but blending into the wall behind it.
i designed it a while ago, trying to pick out the various notes and fragrances that i felt best suited you; the ones that best reminded me of you, to be used when you were gone. 92 more words