Wheels Up


My eyes had glossed over at this point as our memories scrambled in my mind like a combination of letter tiles that'd make for a horrible game of Scrabble. Absolutely nothing made sense.

Summer Rain


The sky darkened that afternoon; the sun lost itself in a confetti of clouds. The air was still hot and humid but, a chill passed me like a fly. Restaurant staff members were folding outdoor chairs and tables in a hurry. I could see their pocketed receipts and order slips blow in the wind like handkerchiefs. Everything felt so rushed and yet, the dark cloud was a sky tortoise, hesitant to shake...