Just tell me he's still interested in me Jacob, please. I stared at the text for a while, not knowing how to reply. Sarah was asking about her boyfriend, who happened to be a close friend of mine. Of course I knew he wasn't interested in her any more; he kept telling me how he … Continue reading Snitch
Sosu was beside himself with excitement. It was raining hard, but for once the rain wasn't really bothering him. On a normal day, he'd be soaked to the bone in rainwater and his makeshift bed of cardboard would be nothing but pulp. Not today, he thought grinning in pride at his own ingenuity. He had made … Continue reading Comfort
"Perspective. That's my curse. I fit too easily into people's shoes. When someone does something to me that I should feel hurt and betrayed by, I don't. Because I understand. I understand why the person did that. I understand that if I was the person I'd probably do the same thing to me. I get … Continue reading Perspective
There was a knock on my office door, and a smallish head poked into the room before I could even answer. I looked up from the pile of papers that cluttered my desk. The head stared at me, expecting me to say something. "Enter," I beckoned. Slowly the head retracted, and the door was pushed … Continue reading Solomon Forson, Bellboy.
If I hadn't been looking her way, I wouldn't have noticed. But I was; and I did. She was writing furiously on her answer sheet, her face barely inches away from the paper. Intense. That's the word I'd use to describe her. Well, and my feelings for her. Every now and then, she'd look towards … Continue reading S for Secret Admirer