Please Forgive Me: An Act of Charity

I’m a people watcher; a hobby that lends itself to a barista such as me. The coffee shop I run looks out on main street, a typical urban carriageway; large glass windows frame the human traffic passing. It was from here that I watched a daily ritual performed by a regular customer, just a sweet bit of charity, but now I wish I hadn’t. Read more »

Heavy Rain

When the rains came, they didn’t yield for weeks. Gallons of water fell, turning the roads into rivers and basements into tanks. I watched from the top of the stairs into the dark room beneath the house, hearing the water rush in, destroying everything we’d kept down there. Read more »

Footsteps in Front of My Bedroom

Not again, it’s impossible, please don’t do this to me. It’s dark, I sit up in bed, fear manifesting itself as sweat and anxiety. The footsteps thud past my bedroom again. They pace back and forth, until there’s a knock on my door; I don’t answer it, I’m petrified.

An Anonymous Confession

Two years ago, to the day, I was on a school trip to the Grand Canyon. I can remember it as clear as yesterday. Standing at the edge of that red wound carved into the Earth by ice floes millions of years ago, it cleared my mind; such magnificence, such beauty, my hand on the… Read more »