Tag: short short story

As soon as we made eye contact, I froze.  Henry didn’t seem to recognize me or at least he was doing a good job of hiding the fact we had just made eye contact.  I walked as quickly as I could toward my car.  As I reached for my keys, I felt a hand on my arm.  I froze for the second time in three…

I always said my favorite animal was a giraffe and sometimes people agreed and sometimes they didn’t.  I was desperate to be taller than I was and I thought if I could actually see things coming, I might have better luck.  If I had seen my parents divorce coming, I would have been nicer and more helpful around the house.  If I had seen…

The friendship Jacklyn and I shared started out of necessity.  We were both latchkey children and ended up walking to and from the bus stop together.  The other thing we shared was the idea that there was more to life than the ideas and plans life seemed to lay out for us.  Jacklyn’s grades were better than mine,…

“Hello, I miss you.  I love you.  I want you.”  That was all the postcard said.    I stood in my kitchen staring at the handwriting.  I had no idea who the postcard was from and didn’t recognize the handwriting.  I flipped the card over and it was a nondescript photo of a hot air balloon.  I wasn’t quite sure yet if I…

The weather outside was perfect.  I knew I had to go outside and I knew I would regret it if I didn’t, but I couldn’t get myself to get out of my bed.  I continued to stare out the window until I fell back to sleep.  I was supposed to be on vacation right now, but yet, here…

I always knew Andy didn’t love me and probably never would.  I had done everything I could think of to try and get him to notice me.  To say I became obsessed was an understatement.  I knew his phone number, his favorite foods, where he went shopping.  Everything.  I knew it wasn’t normal to know this much about him, but…

To this day, I don’t understand people who buy new cars just to have new cars.  Or buy new phones just to have new phones.  I don’t know how many times I watch them push their phones around their desk just waiting for someone to ask about it.  All I wanted to do was go on a…

My next-door neighbor – Tara – is a professional dancer and every time I watched her leave, I wish I had grown up dancing instead of reading.  Reading was my favorite pastime, but sometimes I wished I had a hobby that kept me active and moving like Sandy always seemed to be.  She always seemed to be going to parties and always had a lot of…

When Amanda walked into the café for the first time, I knew I wanted to be friends with her.  The clothes she wore and how she carried herself was exactly how I wanted to present myself.  I had been coming to the café for years and most of the staff automatically started my order when I came in…

I always loved when my mom was able to bring home cardboard boxes and leftover crayons and markers from work.  Other than my bed and a few small bookcases, I didn’t have a lot of furniture – a fact I didn’t mind at all.  My room was easy to clean and the lack of furniture made it easy to build the…