Postcard fiction

IMG_7745I grew up believing that running away was never the answer and yet I am boarding the train anyway, told I needed a fresh start. But there’s the catch with new beginnings: they are preceded by something requiring you to start over. And I know one day you’ll find me.



She yearned for kindness over companionship. Hope over security. Sincerity over love. Love, she learned, came at a cost. Love was conditional. Love was painful and secret. Love held her down.

But love also allowed her to dream of the day she would set herself free.





Drunk, he passed out on me like a corpse. The full weight of Richard was almost too much to bear but I resigned myself to stay where I was and squirmed until I got comfortable. Being under Richard wasn’t so bad. There were worse places to be.


It is cold and gnarled fingers of both hands wrap around a coffee as he stares out across the lake. Tears. Longing.  Who do his old tired arms miss embracing?

I cannot ease his pain so I buy him a fresh coffee and allow him more time to remember.


You once revealed yourself to me. Your icy exterior thawed by my warm kiss, I saw just briefly, your true colours. I fell in love. But now my visibility is obscured and I am drifting away. One last attempt at ablation is all I have left.


In the coming darkness of our love, all you give is your shadow.  So familiar am I with your outline, I could mold you in my sleep. But I long for more than our silhouettes dancing against the setting sun. Reveal yourself to the light. I am not afraid.

EncumbranceTo secure your love you required my assets but the interest on your heart came at too high a price. I am love poor.  You are an encumbrance. I need to break free before you foreclose on my heart.

Ever distant yet ever present, please stop calling me home.

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