Short Stories
Like an Open Book
We were somewhere between blissful beginnings and inevitable endings. That limbo of a relationship where everything feels serious yet suspended, like walking on ice that's deceptively thin.
Tantric Disconnect
She told me I was using her vulnerability against her. That I had turned her confession into ammunition.
Not so Soup-er
A few days later came the voice notes. Lengthy reflections, further explanations, deeper layers of the soup saga. I listened, but I didn’t respond.