Flaw Salad

I held someone’s hand tonight. I felt the limpness of his fingers between mine, and I longed for you. The last time I sat in a theater, counting unbearable moments until the credits rolled, I had you beside me, and my fingers wrapped around yours. Your gentle strokes, so unlike his, exhilarated in their tenderness. His — read more

You decide to leave. It’s not a decision, exactly, so much as a truth you can no longer deny. You feel it in your teeth and your bones and the hairs on your neck. You feel leaving in your collarbone, where it meets in the middle and makes that dip you like to run your — read more

Spiders hanging on pristine webs. Hunting is slow. Winter draws near. — read more

“It’s one of the oddest relationships I’ve ever had,” she said. “That’s saying a lot,” he said. “I imagine.” They laughed for a good long while. — read more

As she sang along to songs and remembered the people she used to sing them with, she realized for the first time that he was relatively inexperienced in endings. Her moving on was always done with the faith that someone new would arrive, or she would find him, and the gaps would be filled. She — read more