I Got Nothing, Part II

“Ooh, who is this?” she asks from the driver’s seat. She knows better than to glance away from the road to check the screen though she’s seen me do it a thousand times. I catch a glimpse at the display, but push the side button out of habit. Nothing. Black screen. Music still plays through…

Dream Worlds

Today’s slice, a sketch. An attempt within moments of waking to get back to the dream space that had me walking from room to room, taking in each one as my own. Enjoy!

If Walls Could

If these walls could talk, they’d say, “She sure does cuss a lot. I mean, the “f” word must be her favorite. “Sure, she hit her head, smashed her fingers, and ran more than one screw straight through me, but does she have to use such foul language?” If these walls could talk, they’d say,…

Triggered

I lifted my shirt to reveal the dozen or so bee sting sized pokes along the right side of my stomach. I pulled a Sharpie out of the junk drawer in the kitchen and drew a line diagonal along the top of my hip. I noticed that I am starting to bruise. Before that, I…

Underwater

Having effectively dodged this space since before the sun was up, more hours than I care to admit, I am here. Dipping my toe in, careful to use the touchpad without clicking and careful to tap lightly on the keyboard, all for the man who sleeps soundly in the space next to mine. I wade…

Race the Track

Watching over his shoulder, he has said it a hundred times: “You gotta race the track.” It’s not about the other car. It’s about what this car can do at this moment. I said it to him today. After taking it easy the whole way down the mountain, we came to the first red light….

At Doggie Daycare

There are probably three people in my life that know where this post if going already. And it’s not because I’ve talked to them already. I haven’t told them about the kind of day I’ve had. Haven’t told them how it took me almost ten minutes to realize that every time I looked up at…

Regen

Drag the hose inside as far as the blue thing even though you don’t know what it’s for. Apparently it’s there so you know you have just enough length to reach the utility room. Get down on hands and knees to reach (like it’s under a bed) for the black hose coiled in the corner…

Your Mom

I am five minutes away when I get her call: “Hey, the game just got over. Where will you pick us up?” “Okay, ummm. Google says I’m five minutes away.” I am not sure why it sounds like our drop-off spot at the Coliseum might be unfit for the pick-up. “I guess the same place…

We wait.

We wait. We get stopped at every single stoplight on the way here, today’s tension complicating carride conversations. Each light turns red. We wait. We find a too-narrow spot in the too-buried basement of the parking garage. We walk in together, stop at the scanner, take off our hats, bend to fill their face with…