Pickles on My Food
I pour my mother another cup of tea. At ninety-two, mother is still healthy. Always a leader and loves the spotlight, her hobbies include complaining about everything, yelling, and humble…
A Sprinkle of Brown Sugar
"Say, you want to go to the movies today?" Andrew is practicing his left wink in the mirror while brushing his teeth. In the bedroom, Sarah--already dressed in her grey…
Lady of the Fountain
Rhea gushes at my messy desk. First to stare like it's bothering her life, and second, she reveals her forced smile. Then she kisses my right cheek. She isn't happy.…
Baby, No More
Blood drips onto her thighs; her eyes glowed. She fell down a few times but she swore somebody pushed her. All kinds of red: maroon, bright, even dark purple mingled down to…
Unread
To: magicpies@gmail.com Fwd: Why must you read this? To Andrew, This is an easier way to tell you, uninterrupted, less eye contact. This is not a plea nor a plead. I…
