It was the morning after. She had locked herself in the hotel bathroom belonging to a man she didn’t know. Her heart thudded too fast in her chest; no relief from the adrenalin surging through her. Read more
An afternoon delight
Antonio was looking for a fight
A wedding day to shatter his world
When it was his father marrying his girl Read more
From JM Durham:
Fighting always gets the best of us. We make it our craft. Words sling into the air like tiny bullets meant to puncture skin, but all it ever does is slightly graze. Fists are threatened by being thrown into the wind, into caution, as we realize the other could hurt worse. Read more
It’s all in the way she holds her eyes. She used to, she—I used to say: stop daring at me. You couldn’t make her cry if you stabbed her with a fork.
I hold her. I touch her hair. I tell her it will be ok and I’ll get her things. I make her soup and deliver her into the comfort of the couch and music and I grab my keys and on the way out the front door, I reach into the closet and get her brother’s baseball bat. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
