Short stories with occasional fictional characters

The Last Time We Sat Together
The Last Time We Sat Together
I didn’t know then that I’d never see him stand again Read more...
That feeling in my throat
That feeling in my throat
That feeling in my stomach. I’m late. And it’s strange—because I’d been watching the time since midday. My meeting was set for 6:15 p.m. I remember glancing at my watch:... Read more...
Camden, Coffee, and the Weight of the World
Camden, Coffee, and the Weight of the World
My dear diary, Here I am in a cozy corner coffee shop just by Camden Road station. It’s Monday, the 23rd of June. I’m tearfully sad to find myself here... Read more...
The Day I Didn't Know What I Felt
The Day I Didn't Know What I Felt
I took my time buttering the toast. Just one slice. Just one plate. No noise, no rush. And for a moment, it felt like I was mothering the version of... Read more...