Self Portraits
He observed that there were two of him in her sunglasses, identical twins, one of him in each lens. And each image was a miniature portrait, head and shoulders painted dark, backlit by an April sky, each copy sharing its frame with a likewise duplicated white cloud. And as long as she gazed at [...]

Mirrors
Would he be able to tell just by looking at her? Sarah stood in front of the round mirror in the foyer. Her cheeks were pink and her skin looked clearer and brighter than usual against her black curls, black tank top and dark eyes. It was just a kiss. She had fixed her lip [...]

I just finished eating my fairly Spartan dinner of Dinty Moore beef stew and rice. Rinsed the bowl and put it in the sink. Sat back down at the kitchen table, book still in hand, head still in the story. Pushed my chair back and rested my left ankle on my right knee as I sat back.

I awake to the cacophony of pans hitting Formica. He is cooking breakfast again. The kind of breakfast that you eat and eat until you’re so full, you feel like your esophagus rests on a pillow of eggs and ham.

“I’m worried about you.”

She appeared at my office instead of worrying over the phone. I knew something was different when I buzzed her up.