Friday Fictioneers: A Night Like This

    “It was a night like this when we met, remember?” Roumina used to rub my back when I started reminiscing. She would be silent then, as she is now. “A humid June night. You asked to bum a cigarette.” A pained laugh escapes my lips. “Back when we thought it was cool to…

If We Were Having Coffee…I’d Say Make it Strong

I’d say make it strong…better yet, this week, you might want to add some adult flavoring. If we were having coffee, I’d sit quietly a lot. My smiles would be fewer. I’d struggle mightly against tears and tidal waves of sadness. If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my mother died on Thursday. And I would…