Cups with Coriander: Refill of Decaf
Short Story I waited as long as my dignity would allow. Cori usually ran a few minutes behind, but an hour was extreme, and her neglecting to respond to my texts made me...
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The Red Butterfly, Part Thirteen – He Looked Hungry, He Looked Happy
Short Story After the Civil War ended, my mother and I fled to the United States. New York City was the golden jewel, and we arrived there first. But finding that it reminded her...
Gothicarus: Part VI – Spells
Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...
Gothicarus: Part I – Unearthed
Serial Poem Low and close and heavy, The sound that caused her eyelids to part. The blackness oppressed her, She gasped; the jolt of air woke her heart. Its pounding joined the sound, Rendering...
Cups with Coriander: Affogato
Serial Fiction Story The next day I got up early and went for a run. This was new for me; Cori was the runner. Sleek and stunning, she wore athletic gear the way...
Cups with Coriander: Stirring
Serial Fiction My stomach growled, pulling me out of my reverie. Even if I wasn’t going to the office, I couldn’t spend the whole day in bed. I pushed the covers off and...
Cups with Coriander: Sugar
Serial Story My eyes opened slowly, and I languidly turned my head to the bedside clock. 10:00 am??? I sprang up in my bed, panicked, when I remembered that I hadn’t set an...
Cups with Coriander: The Grind
Serial Story The first entry was dated only one year prior to our missed coffee date; I wondered if this was a new attempt at journaling, or if she simply had multiple volumes....
