The first time I saw her was long before we spent any time together and also that was way before we became friends. While it’s sad to initiate a presentation with visual attributes, her beauty was the first inescapable thing…
Author: Puzzle Pieces
Our Spot
My contribution to The Weekly Knobs prompt: “Swing.”https://theweeklyknob.com/our-spot-36079e62f06c___ “You know I don’t swing that way,” she told me yet again. This time, I’d said nothing, but silence often speaks louder than words. So as though to avoid a conversation that…
The court is in session
I didn’t realise where I was at the time, heck, I don’t think I really have any idea now either. Some things are just not made to be comprehended at any point in time. Yet there I was anyway, somewhere…
Breaking the fourth wall
When I was younger, I used to think I had all the answers. Now I feel like don’t even know the question – if there even is one. Very “Hitchhiker” of me. I guess I’ve always had a bit of…
Going nowhere
Our stage is a carousel. The lights shine with the power of a thousand light-bulbs subdued by their own excess. Engulfing everything else in darkness. As from an ill-tuned piano trinkety-tronk music plays.Whining as though painful laughter. The wheel spins…
Lucid dreaming
(Drawing from 2011) It was something I started when I was a kid. Long before I knew anything about lucid dreaming or the mechanics of consciousness. It was the innocent curiosity of a kid wanting to know for how long…
The Fantastic Four on a romantic (but not really) weekend away
While holding on to the stressed-out kitten Pixel, Fire is in a calm yet somewhat high-pitched tone screaming google maps directions to Earth from her phone. In lack of a cat, Water is instead holding on to her car seat…
… depuis toujours… dans tes rêves
To the tunes of my teens, I’m walking the streets of a town I know like the back of my pocket. It was here I was a child. It was here I became an adult. It is the place of…
A Penis Dog
and Our Failures to See what Others See The other day I saw a woman with a tattoo on the back of her arm. It looked unmistakable and inescapably like a penis. I’m not kidding, not even stretching the truth…
(Beta version:) Oh Brother, where art thou?
Author’s note: This is the first version of one of the short stories taking part in Lost Little Robots. As it was one of the first to be written it no longer fits into the whole collection (also, I don’t…