Ana

I always thought about you, Ana. One of the things I loved about you most is that you were always, always right. When you spoke, everyone would stop, the room would fall silent, and when you sang, every note danced to the from your mouth straight to the hearts of your captive audience. When you began …

Remember

I remember talking to you, happy, smiling, joyous, free. Soft and teasing green eyes cross the waters, the zones, to me.   I remember seeing you through that small square box, chocolate-brown hair at best the clear, sweet peal of your laughter that rang from your chest.   I remember your silence. One moment you …

Needs Must

Frank As always, last night had been another well-crafted mistake. In between perhaps his third Hurricane or the second absinthe shot, his night had become a kaleidoscope of colours, sounds, and excitement. An endless rollercoaster of drinks, narcotics, and over exuberance that he knew he would regret in the morning. And he was beginning to …