Your body language is too quiet for me to hearover the orange flickering of the fire. My marshmallow melts while my desperate gaze dips and soars,circling your blank expression,searching, hungry for clues to wants and desires,evidence to defend the tug in my chest. I want so badly for you to want me. My focus drains … Continue reading Talk to me
Author: Jill
Jill spends most of her waking hours attempting to capture the thoughts that scurry around her mind and put them to work entertaining others. You can find these thoughts most often on her blog, Mind of a Mouse, but tiptoe when you enter please, she is easily startled and probably panicking.
Grasping
There is a silence now. The last note of a song fades away. Grasping towards passion, Finding a phantom of memory.
Light in Four Parts
Light in Four Parts Part 1Firelight Once upon all times, on cold winter evenings, in the heart of an ancient city, there stands an old tavern, built only yesterday. Inside, warmth flows from a large fireplace, the firelight bounces off polished wood and brass and sparkles along the rows of gleaming wine glasses suspended above … Continue reading Light in Four Parts
I am boring
My mind is kaleidoscopic, multifaceted, chaotic. Bursting with endless thoughts, bouncing like scattered light though my brain.And with a twist, it is all new. I find my thoughts captivating.It's ok if you don't. When I say: I am boring, I'm not looking for a compliment.Or consolation.Or an excuse. We make time for the things that … Continue reading I am boring
The death of a moment
"I've never cheated on my wife before." The words emerge from his mouth, swirl, spin, land on my tongue, only a breath away from his own. The words are ice, my mouth slows, shuts around the cold. I will not go where I am not wanted. But his hands have not heard his words and … Continue reading The death of a moment
I know you don’t like me.
Some of the spilled wine flows under my glass and forms a circle. I probably shouldn't have poured this last glass. I've had enough already. But the men have left an uncomfortable silence in their wake, and I've given up trying to fill it with words so I'll try wine instead. It's the way you … Continue reading I know you don’t like me.
Frozen breath
The cold is in my nose. I can no longer use it to breathe. I open my mouth and the cold pours in. It hits the back of my throat, it penetrates my trachea, and explodes into my brain. I stop, frozen, mid-stride, mid-sidewalk. At first, people flow around me, only cursing the blockage. Soon, … Continue reading Frozen breath
Stocking Shelves
A young girl steps towards adulthood through an act of spontaneous kindness. 826 Words
Facebook Stalking
You really are an idiot. What made you think this was a good idea? No money, no phone, alone in a strange city with only a driver's license and a return ticket bought with someone else's frequent flier miles. Stuck outside of the security line on hard little bench, sitting here staring at the departing passengers. Stuck watching … Continue reading Facebook Stalking
Mind of a Mouse 