Facing Reality
“One of my big things is that I wish to be a fisherman. Read more
“One of my big things is that I wish to be a fisherman. Read more
“I think they need this table,” he said.
Their waitress, a round-hipped redhead with stray ringlets loose over her ears, was indeed hovering nearby, waiting for tables to clear so she could refill them. The cafe was small, but clean and airy, the gold fixtures and muted tans and browns making it look old fashioned without being stuffy. It was full to bursting here in the middle of the lunch hour.
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Mike seems tipsy when he took his scotch on the rocks, clinking it on my cup, “Cheers!”
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She looked out from her bedroom window, thinking about the day. Why had he been so kind to her? It seemed suspicious, all of it. After all, he was so good looking, and she was so plain, she said to herself. Read more
“I can’t believe you dragged me to that movie,” Tara rolled her eyes at…
I had to keep him away from Caroline. I always did. It had been a long time for me, and this one seemed like a catch. I just had to somehow keep him from seeing her too soon, and keep him from making the obvious choice. Read more
From Carrie:
“So, have you ever eaten Indian food before?” Nathan pulled out Rachel’s chair for her when they reached their table. Even the hostess looked impressed with his chivalry. Rachel felt herself flush with pleasure.
“That stuff you can get from food courts. Curry in a Hurry, you know. Never at an authentic restaurant.”Rachel glanced around noting she and Nathan were the only white people there. “I hope it won’t be too spicy.” Read more
A city opened it’s arms to a younger man,
more nervous than he would cop to.
Accepting false bravado.
The city’s women opened their legs to the same man,
shyer than he would admit to.
Buying good-natured cockiness. Read more
I met Jack when I was twenty and I immediately wanted to be his best friend. He had just arrived in Seattle after graduating from college in Michigan. It was the end of the summer and I had just started dating Ian, who was nothing like Jack. Ian was a clumsy big kid who smoked too much, worked too hard and thought showering was a chore. He had as many problems as I did, and I loved him for it. Read more