Sanskrit

She was nice enough, this woman with the red hair. Hair so red that when she later put on the green Saint Patrick’s Day hat, she conjured images of a fey princess in my mind; hair red as fire, and a face of beautiful fierceness. She was nice because she asked me to come sit …

The Barber’s Son

His father was a barber. Joey Bowman, his father was a barber and actually owned a barbershop in Placerville, California. Placerville used to be called “Old Hangtown”, to mark the times when they used to hang people for various minor crimes back in the time that gold was discovered at Sutter’s Fort and the real …

The Wandering Mind

Their eyes met when they both reached out to grab the coffee that the Barista had placed on the corner of the counter, his hand briefly covering hers before either of them seemed to know what was happening. Together they looked up at the same time, a look of confusion on their faces quickly replaced …

Forever

I went on a quest to find forever for you. It was a long and arduous quest, many men died on the adventure. Some died helping me find forever, some of them died because they got in my way. Nothing could stop me in my search, not trolls nor dragons, not fear nor reason. I …

A Tailored Life

I see him standing there, smugly looking at himself in the mirror in my bedroom. Posing, turning this way and that. I watch as he tips his hat at his own reflection, nodding as if introducing himself to nobility. As if he was worth being introduced to someone noble. It wasn’t that long ago that …

The Painting

He woke up alone. He hadn’t quite gotten used to that experience, waking up in a bed half-cold. The blankets and sheets unmoved, because he didn’t bother getting under them anymore. It was dark in the room but he could see light peeking through the blinds, saw the jagged tooth-like indicator of sunlight on the …