Love enters later in life through the cracks left by the first heartbreak.

A shrink and a patient switching places. Who is REALLY the boss?

Day 72I remember oranges and you don’t mind me leaving the queue momentarily to find some. When you say, Of course, you reach for my arm in sympathy and recognition. This may be the thing...

I read your diary. I KNOW

Do you want to risk it?

That woman must have been a husky in a previous life.

Shaw Centre has restaurants on the fourth floor, where the ACS boy can pull chairs out for her. Girls love this because no one else does it for them, especially not those sotong RI boys.

A shrink and a patient in a love-hate relationship. Who is REALLY the boss?

The rain is a screen that changes the colour of the sky, causing a sepia filter to fall over the city. It is as if the city has gone back in time, to the age...

When the boy was with his father in the house outside of the city, he was drilled about visitors to the apartment. His father took careful notes. Were there men? he said. And all the...

Perhaps she moves too slowly now, or the world moves too fast for her. She enters the lift, a giant wheel turns and steel cables lower the mechanized box. The lift drops down a black...

You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really don’t want to cry. As a tear falls between by breasts,...

Y cuando todas las ratas estuvieron dentro de al caja, Hamelín apagó el televisor

The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even...

Let’s press ahead a little further by sketching out a few variations among short shorts:ONE THRUST OF INCIDENT. (Examples: Paz, Mishima, Shalamov, Babel, W. C. Williams.) In these short shorts the time span is extremely...

The man she wanted existed only in the romantic novels she was reading. She had met him. But he would never meet her.

The usual short story cannot have a complex plot, but it often has a simple one resembling a chain with two or three links. The short short, however, doesn’t as a rule have even that...

You need to take some acting classes to learn to hide your huge crush on my husband better

There can’t be much development of action or theme in such stories, but at least there is some. By contrast, in the short short the very idea of character seems to lose its significance, seems...

She would keep playing the role of the winner as long as the audience believed her.

Aw honey. Today’s as important as forever.” Grandpa Joe in “Shave and a Haircut” Flash Warden and Other Stories

The only man she ever loved. And hated.