Flash Fiction: The Oldest Story

I meet Eric in the cafe two blocks from my house. It’s quiet here. The vibe is faintly Parisian – snooty but somehow still warm. Eric is not my boyfriend. Eric, I know, should not even be my friend, and yet we continue to find ourselves here, in this faintly Parisian cafe two blocks from … Continue reading

Destiny, or Something Like It

Hello, Old Friend.  It has been a while. I left you in favor of fluorescent bathed classrooms, anxiety fueled tests, the end of a decade (or at least a semester). I have returned, though for how long I cannot be sure.  I am here now, and that is all that matters. I am going through … Continue reading