Short Stories

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.

Balancing Act
Sure. The kind of sport where you balance your body on someone’s feet while making intense eye contact. Not exactly neutral territory. She brushed off my discomfort as jealousy. Said I needed to “understand the context.”

Caught Between Two Stories
A hello, a quick check-in, a moment stolen between long shifts. It felt almost sweet. Freedom. Independence.