The pile grew, as the day went on. Sweaty armpits, the smell of the sea and sand that stuck to the shorts. Sometimes, changing shirts twice in a day, or more, due to the humidity and the heat. No air conditioning here in the house, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It just…
Everything feels too small for you, she said. We were in the middle of the highway, stopped, traffic wasn’t moving. Me: Everything does feel too small…
Last week, my friend Lina invited me over to eat with her and her husband. Lina and I work together - our offices are next door, and we often have…
A shirt and tie, he thought as he rose out of bed. He could smell the coffee from below, his wife pottering in the kitchen. It drifted up the stairs to…
Marsha was eating in the kitchen when the phone rang. Kris wanted to come over to talk. Later, when she arrived at the door, Marsha was just pulling…
The desert never asked you to stay. It didn’t welcome you with lush grass, damp air, bountiful harvests, or a cool breeze. It never asked you to stay…
A piece of left over birthday cake my neighbor gives me. That evening, I light a candle, and believe for a minute it’s my birthday, not the 82 year old…
The dog moves from shade to shade as the sun moves across the sky. Each darkened spot, a new space, new bugs, scents, feeling. Each spot, a moment for…
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Art of the Escape