A paper cup spins slowly in the break room microwave. Maurice watches. The caffeine can’t come soon enough. His head hurts and his vision is blurry at the edges. Insomnia. The microwave dings and Maurice grabs his coffee. He takes his first sip and Sherrie trudges into the break room. “Morning,” she says. “How’s Jenny?
3 cups of coffee. That’s maximum. 2 is preferable. And none after 4pm. 3 sets of press-ups (20 per set) 3 sets of sit-ups (25 per set) 3 sets of squats (15 per set) 3 times to go outside. That is also a maximum. Once to run and once to shops. If you feel a
Although many COVID-19 victims had become mortally ill and died, the rest of us trudged on with renewed appreciation of beauty’s mutable nature. Peter Beagle wrote that he’d slept with Lyla for a month before discovering she was a werewolf. Well Peter and Lyla’s fictional romance has nothing on me. One night at Kelsey’s Bar
I thought we were waiting. For it to be over. For things to go back the way they were. When you stopped messaging, the lie I told myself was that your phone was broken and you couldn’t get it fixed. Deep down I was sure you were sick. I tried very hard not to imagine