Quiet now, pay attention

My university is always quiet when people leave and that’s when you notice things. You’ll find broken, empty branches, hiding behind the leaves. Or the discolored rock that has been there for at least five years and will be there for another ten. You’ll notice black paint peeling off the railing because the school only … Continue reading Quiet now, pay attention

A fake unknown lie to writers

‘Your stories are amazing,’ Jacob texts me one afternoon. ‘There’s no way it can get better. I tried to find a way and I couldn’t.’ Liar. ‘Send some more stories my way!’ I bite the inside of my bottom lip, trying not to show too much emotion. Even if he’s not in the room to … Continue reading A fake unknown lie to writers