Tag: short story

There was no them

She stepped out from the little gathering to grab some fresh air and clear her thoughts. They had gone into the event happily enough. She wasn’t expecting much. These days it seemed like people tried too hard to be witty or seem to be great conversationalists. Being cooped […]

Hurrying up to wait

She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]