Abandonded

She left her hair tie on top of the bar and it looked so sad all alone on that dirty surface. So out of place, with its brown skin against polished green wood. It must be an alcoholic, that hair tie, because it was halfway through the puddle of beer someone left. I guess I …

Candyland

I miss the days where candy was my goal, when the novelty of red colored sugar inside of a painted blue candy shell held my fascination, the days where I would steal money just to go to the store to buy boxes of Lemonheads and Boston Baked Beans. I used to think the natives of …