Cicadas and crickets sang. It was 2:39AM. Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM. Every bad decision, every heartbreak I could trace back to a time after 2 AM. Of course sometimes alcohol was involved, but that's just the catalyst. Not the reactant.There was the time I broke up with my toxic girlfriend to be … Continue reading The One
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Broken Things Can Be Loved
This is an reply to Megha Rao's "Do You Tell Her About Me" Broken things don't need to be fixed. There's a beauty in your chaos. When I saw your Auburn hair, Flaring like the locks of Medusa. You scared me, but fear is an aphrodisiac. And you had everything that I always lacked. I … Continue reading Broken Things Can Be Loved
Closure (?)
Click for Part 1 and Part 2 on the Rick & Sasha series My radio receiver crackled. "The VIP is arriving, ETA 14 minutes, is Checkpoint 4 secure?" "Rick here, Checkpoint 4 secure" I responded, looking around. My station was charged with securing the event. It was a rock concert. Me and the detective squad … Continue reading Closure (?)
47 Days Since
Dear Sasha, 47. It's been 47 days since I walked out of that bar. I still remember how it went down. We met at the airport. But something wasn't right. You didn't look at my eyes, you were absent-minded, you kept avoiding my questions. My detective alert was in red zone, but I thought, all … Continue reading 47 Days Since
Rick and Sasha
(AUTHOR'S NOTE : CLICK HERE FOR THE NEXT STORY IN THIS ARC.) I saw her standing outside the pub. Waiting, for me. "Hey!" I waved. "I got your text!" She smiled, and without warning, punched me in the gut. "Hey! What was that for?" "For blowing me off for a month! Not picking up the … Continue reading Rick and Sasha
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