summer day

i. telephone call it always started off with a phone call, my nervousness crescendoing with the passing rings; I'd hear myself, voice pitched higher than usual, asking if I can come over now or later or maybe tomorrow. I wasn't one to press, but the call would always end with plans being made, and a … Continue reading summer day



it's long after dinner when my stomach starts to hurt. it's not excruciatingly painful, but it's an excuse nonetheless. barefoot, I brave the cold floor to find you, pleading with wide puppy eyes. you give in and usher me to my room, offering to turn on the lights as we step in. I shake my … Continue reading 白花油