Stormy We-ther

She stood with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane and wondered would it ever stop raining.

Alice’s hand outstretched on the open window feeling on her palm the raindrops that were as cold as her husband, Jim. Weather forecast announced that a storm was expected that night, she foreseen that a storm was already passing by in her life.

Fish Traps

She stands with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane wondering if it would ever stop raining. Her clothes barely warding off the cold, she gripped the cold steel of her umbrella and sighs, ten minutes more. She watches the puddles on the street as rain drums on endlessly on her rusting roof top. Gray clouds stretched on for miles. She worries of Marcelino’s fish traps.

Something About 0.1%

Once upon a time I was dissatisfied with how I used my brains and with how Sam used his.

Burnt

He had no body hair. Passion had consumed it all.

Pepe

 

It was Sunday, not a day but rather a gap between two other days.

 

It is raining hard outside, so hard that Pepe could not hear his shallow pulsating breathing. He is sitting at the right end of the couch while his dog is sleeping on the other end.

Stopped Delight

It was Sunday not a day but rather a gap between two other days. The traffic was light, only a few cars were out on the streets. Trickles of sweat rolled down his cheeks and his hands were tense on the stirring wheel. A blue car manuevered past him.