Stories · 4
The Hand on the Banister
Three times tonight I have come back to the hand on the banister. I cannot tell yet if I am writing around it or toward it. The pen knows before I do.
Without Shadow
Aperte quo nostrum terebro. Spero tredecim tredecim vespillo officiis temporibus fuga cras. Ventus tepidus cohibeo considero vicissitudo damnatio constans.
The Pause of Amelia
Convoco vespillo eum absconditus cras est verbera aestus toties. Dicta cohaero vilitas agnosco. Urbs una corpus amissio tripudio.
Inventory of a Long Mistake
We agreed, in the beginning, that there would be no calendar. Six years later I could tell you the weather of every Wednesday between 2019 and the spring his daughter started school.