#shortprose

When lost keys threatened a school tournament, a weekend of hard work revealed who truly cared — and who didn’t.

I have been trying to get back into some sort of rhythm. I would have liked it to be the hot, swinging and vivacious pulse of count Basie - or if that wasn't possible the upbeat desperation of bebop -

She's not fat, she just has more flesh than me. This gave her some sort of authority to bully me and scream, she wasn't abusive at first, not till someone made a snide comment about how I'm pretty and

las visitas de mi padre eran esporádicas lo recuerdo parado frente al umbral de la puerta con su camisa a medio cerrar dejando al descubierto parte de su pecho lampiño y enrojecido por el sol jamás terminaba