• Fiction,  flash fiction

    Peppermint Kisses

    His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs.  His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside.  I got to look in his light blue eyes again.  He looked back at me intently, a smile curling up on his lips. “You’ve been gone so long I thought I’d never hear from you again.” I said. He put his hand on the back of my neck and stared at me. I was determined not to cry but I felt the trembling of my eyes and lips.  I was angry. I was accusing. I wanted to be indifferent. How could I let him come and go like this?…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Babe

    Babe, I wish I could call you babe. I feel it though, that tenderness than spills over my tongue and falls out at the end of a sentence. We don’t share that kind of intimacy. Clothes off, touching greedily; we confess and consume each other with our bodies only. Babe. I hold it back. I see your square shoulders and your tight jaw and I know not to say too much. I know not to be too soft. You don’t answer to Babe. You don’t answer to anyone. That steely look, the silence, the calm; it’s been trained into you. It’s taken root. You are different now. You can’t be…