Two Page Stories

She always found a way to be in a way of everyone that she never thought about. From unsuspecting small times like sitting in the middle, stead the side seats, leaving her purse next to her, to guilting her best friend with the problem of her own doing. Burdened, her

Smothered under the therapy of free love the old man bashes out his fury and shares his hidden tender heart with the small furry friend.

“Weird request,” she says. “But now would be the time to kiss me. If that’s what you want to do,” she adds hesitantly after a pause. He laughs, smiles and they kiss. Tender and slow, they really just met. They both know what they are doing. They match. In

You lie there naked both. And it's nice. You stare into each other eyes hair length apart. Noses scrubbing up, down and around. Sensually feeling the physical touch, petting each other with long strokes. Things turn animalistic when she wets his ear with her tongue. Grabbed one arm

Twice I walked the stairs, twice I saw a monk, turned back searching in his purse. Never have I seen his face. What is he searching for in the purse that never ends that he cannot go down the stairs that he holds dear to his chest?

The many takes at breaking up. I remember all the little moments and sparks from the very first date until now. When we made fun of genre bending korean bands, your perfect expression of silent disco eyes, lips song. Long chats over drinks. Your asks for kisses to save myself