The scent of fresh bread and cinnamon pulled Iris into the little bakery on the corner. She hadn’t planned to stop—it wasn’t even on her way home—but something about the soft glow of the windows on the gray February afternoon had called to her. Inside, the warmth hit her like a gentle embrace, chasing the…
The Bookshop Window
Elena stepped into the bookshop just as the rain began to patter on the windows, blurring the golden glow of the streetlights outside. The shop was a haven for quiet souls like her—where the scent of paper wrapped around you, and time felt irrelevant. She made her way to the section where she always lingered,…
Introducing Lina
Lina is thin, like a supermodel who would go any length to maintain her waistline, like someone malnourished who would get barely one meal a day. I often tease, running my fingers down her ribs, counting those little speed-breakers, you are the prettiest skeleton I know, to annoy her a bit. Sometimes, she laughs on…
Creamy
I wake up from a nightmare with a violent pounding as if my heart swelled and consumed the hollow of my insides, beating everywhere all at once. My body pounds in a rhythm and I feel delicate like an egg that’s about to crack. I sit up cautiously so I don’t interrupt the mechanics of…
The Lab Rat
She asks same question over and over: “do you love me?” like interrogation, as if trying to find a pattern, an anomaly in my response. Every time she does this, her pupils grow bigger covering most of the iris of her eyes, her expressions tense and her grip tight on my arm. Then when I…
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