Bloody Secrets

Seasonal depression had me settled in bed for the evening. The day had released thick layers of white accumulating on roofs, cars, and walkways. Heavy pounding on the front door startled me to my core. I threw the wool covers off my body and scrambled to my feet, swimming for night pants and a robe.Continue reading “Bloody Secrets”

Rekindled Holiday Love

 The brisk December breeze carried with it flakes of the white kind. Sliding driving conditions gave me a ticket for reckless driving. Well, pardon me. The kitchen sink pipes froze ice to the led. I was good with my hands; at least that’s what she said. I kept her out of my head. That isContinue reading “Rekindled Holiday Love”

Stop Slamming The Door (Please Stay)

Drizzle slapped rattled windows, and joyless smiles in cracked slanted frames collect memories of dust to a heart of distrust, rearranging rusty door hinges on a careless phrase—beyond that of a shout—tucked in your back pocket, let out when you left just like before. Faces of traces of indecision send chills the length of myContinue reading “Stop Slamming The Door (Please Stay)”

Winter Holiday

Snow had fallen to sheets of frightening, sliding driving conditions, wondering whether the Christmas tree lights would turn on at night. The pipes froze ice to the led. I read the words you said left on my side of the bed, and now red is what I see through a tall glass of blood-red wineContinue reading “Winter Holiday”

Coffee After Midnight (I Slept With Your Sister)

What the fuck am I doing here? I threw her satin blankets off my naked body and shuffled to my feet, shoving my feet in my jeans. I woke up in the wrong bed with the wrong girl—again. “Tell me how to change your mind?” Rachel said.“You can’t—”“Over coffee, after midnight,” Rachel said.The molecules raceContinue reading “Coffee After Midnight (I Slept With Your Sister)”

We’re Done

A whisper shifts the ground beneath her feet. Whatever he meant, he said it instead. A cool breeze pulled her ponytail southbound, and tears spread her cheeks. She folded her arms and shifted her weight to her back foot. Whatever she meant, she said it instead. A crisp slap across his cheek said it all. Continue reading “We’re Done”

The Stalker eBook: Cyr, Andrew: Kindle Store

Erica Orloff edited this short story. It was the winter of 1995, and Christmas was three weeks away. I was out with a couple of friends at Mojo’s sports bar. We’d meet up every few months to catch up. Our meetups were like a Facebook post, reminding me of how messed up my life hadContinue reading “The Stalker eBook: Cyr, Andrew: Kindle Store”

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