She walked along ahead of me. Her shoes dangled from her finger tips as she flowed across the grass...

She struggled to walk. There wasn't anything physically wrong with her, but her mind was unwilling...

I tried to forget her, but found myself going to places we used to frequent, eating foods she liked, and listening to her favorite songs...

A short story of him and her, alternating sections between them as I'm apt to do.

A story I wrote in the 2nd grade. I may have implied (or explicitly written) that girls were monsters. But they still deserved kittens.

A short story about a man trying to relax with his thoughts along a busy path.

I occasionally can write long winded emails to friends, particularly if they reply in kind in a timely manner. Awhile back the thought struck me that I could be played like a fiddle as a result.

A brief short story about a walk along a wooded path.

She sat across from me. Her eyes scanned the menu, recognizing familiar characters while not finding an acceptable recognizable pattern...

She leaned over her drink, staring at the depths of whiskey and ice entwined in a dance to death. She gave the glass a sudden swirl, grimacing at the resounding clink. Her eyes remained focused on the ice as it revolved and eventually resolved into a stable position. The whiskey remained mostly unharmed, if a little cooler and slightly diluted...

A short story looking back at someone I met in college, and unrequited something.