Forsythia

The walking ritual was something my grandparents did every day with one another. They would start in the woods out behind their apartment and end up on the other side of the city by late morning, only to return and head off to their coffee break at one of the local diners. I'd beg for… Continue reading Forsythia

The Lost Head

I hadn’t slept much the night before, and my brain was having difficulty waking up. I took a shower and went downstairs, but halfway down I lost where the stairs were, and I somersaulted down them, crashing into the back of the front door. I stood up, grabbing the back of my head and checking… Continue reading The Lost Head