“Who is Believe?” he asks. She turns away from the window to look at him, but his eyes are back on the road. “Huh?” “Believe. Who’s Believe?’” “Is this like a knock-knock joke?” “The sign we just passed. It says Jesus Saved Believe.” Whenever they go to the supermarket, they pass…
Tag: photo writing
dad…dinner!
“Dad, where do you want to eat dinner?” “At the table. Isn’t that where I always eat? At the table?” He makes it sound like he’s talking to an idiot. “Your plate and glass from lunch were on the patio. So that’s not strictly true, is it?” “You don’t…
bleu, vert et blanc
late afternoon sunlight dancing on cactus
one-two-three…
This is his favourite time of the day – anticipating the moment the shutters of the neighbouring house open. It’s always dark next door. Since he’s been back, he’s never seen her turn lights on. He wonders yet again how she gets around at night. He rests his cup down and adjusts his chair. He’s…
the croissant
Tucked in a back alley, running parallel to the main road was where she worked. Here, she’d just graduated from Dishwasher to Deep Fryer. Into the fryer she dipped countless Snickers bars, the most popular item on the sticky, plastic-covered menus, sandwiched between the mustard and ketchup squeeze bottles. She hated the deep fryer. Despite…
un. deux.. trois... 