The Dreaded Question

It’s such an innocent question one would ask when politely getting to know another person. Now when such a simple inquiry is directed at me, my heart constricts.

A Day At The Office

The woman set us up at the conference table, clearly comfortable despite the awkward silence. I was nervous to even clear my throat, but we began to talk.

A Black Eye From My Dad’s Gun

My parents had gotten divorced just a couple years before, and my Dad was still in the process of furnishing his new house.

I Hate When Boyfriends Shop With Their Girlfriends

And that’s when I spot him. The poor creature, the innocent human being sitting on the couch by himself, staring down at his phone, twiddling his thumbs, watching the television that’s forever on mute.