Short Stories
Absent in Crisis
On our final walk together, I struggled silently to maintain composure. Grief left me numb and distant. Abruptly, she broke the silence, handing me her phone…
Dorm Dramatics
I came back to find the door to my dorm room wide open. Not ajar. Open, like someone had fled or been abducted mid-drama. She was gone. The room was empty.
The Bathroom Ultimatum
That weekend, my brother was coming to town. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and we made plans for a concert. Just the two of us. I mentioned it to her casually. It wasn’t a rejection. But it wasn’t an invitation either.
The Room Next Door
A neighbor showed up at the top of the stairs. Baseball bat in hand. His expression said it all: I don’t want to be part of this. Neither did I.