@ Heathrow

“I’ll sit anywhere,” she told the airline attendant behind the counter whose name tag read Patrick. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, London time, and Heather was surviving on fumes by that point, in a race against time trying to make her way back to Chicago. “Listen, I missed my flight, but it wasn’t … Continue reading @ Heathrow

Painting

“The fence needs to be repainted,” she says, to no one in particular. I happen to be around, but I know she can’t possibly be talking to me. I don’t do painting. “It’s a week long job,” she continues, and I stare back at her, defiance in my glare, yet still silent. “Because, you know, … Continue reading Painting

I Met This Girl…

I met this girl on the ferry headed toward Camden. New Jersey, that is. Her name was Donna, or Dana, or Denise. We were both headed somewhere that would be loud, on a ship with a couple hundred people we didn’t know who were going for the same reason. There was this band. There was … Continue reading I Met This Girl…