Strawberry-Eggs and Goodbye – by: Chris

I lay on my back on Zoe’s little blanket, on the wooden floor, right in the middle of the living room and allowed her to paint my toenails, and my toes, and my feet, with a melange of blue and pink marker. This was one of the few ways I could get her to interactContinue reading “Strawberry-Eggs and Goodbye – by: Chris”

Logistics at Lunch – by Chris

Ever since I was a little kid, my left leg would shake whenever I was nervous about something. Today, the tremors are back and I inhale deeply and walk through our kitchen door. As predicted, Odette is gazing out the window, sipping tea. I ask her if we could talk and she looks so sadContinue reading “Logistics at Lunch – by Chris”

After The Stadium – By: Chris

After the stadium I needed to go and calm down somewhere. It would be time to pick up Zoe soon. I didn’t want to see Odette, I didn’t really want to see anyone. I just needed to get my head together. I was even too angry to drive. I understood now what blind with rageContinue reading “After The Stadium – By: Chris”

Dear Odette – by: Chris

Ode to Odette, Remember that joker who kept offering up his verses to you at that dive bar in Santa Cruz? Remember that same night when we tried to sleep at the boardwalk and kept getting shooed away by that homeless bully? Remember when you made me swear to you that our story would neverContinue reading “Dear Odette – by: Chris”

Band Practice – By Chris

The warehouse was stifling hot and Alex flipped on the light with a drumstick. He had the middle of his light blonde hair stuck up in some kind of a Mohawk and he wiped the sweat out of his blue eyes that girls always freak out over. He threw the sweat-rag on a stool. IContinue reading “Band Practice – By Chris”

Band Practice – By Chris

The warehouse was stifling hot and James flipped on the light with a drumstick. He had the middle of his light blonde hair stuck up in some kind of a Mohawk and he wiped the sweat out of his blue eyes that girls always freak out over. He threw the sweat-rag on a stool. IContinue reading “Band Practice – By Chris”