Category: Short stories

The doorbell rings. I look up from my screen, a bit startled even though I’m expecting him. I’d gotten a little lost in a work-related conversation and lost track of time. I put the call on hold and head to my front door. There he is, that twinkle in the eye, that adorable smile. I…

I am laughing hard at something you just said. Your characteristic dry humour. Your ability to lighten up any situation. Your sheer optimism. They all attract me to you like a moth to flame. I know I should step back. But I find myself unable to do it. So we meet. Again and again. Coffee…

“Love you”, you say, preparing to hang up and settle down for the night. I freeze momentarily at the words. Love? I quickly compose myself and smile. Good night my love. Yes. Maybe it really is love. Maybe this is what love feels like, when I’m not intellectualising it and analysing my every response. Maybe…

I want to make love to you. The words come tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop myself. You turn, eyes locking into mine. I can’t look away. Your lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Are you serious?” You sound disbelieving. I find myself unable to reply. But my eyes speak a…

I toss and turn in my bed. Thoughts of you fill me up, confusing me and complicating things even further. We’ve been talking for over three months. I find myself saying things to you that I’d have never said to anyone else. We haven’t met and we both know that’s not going to change anytime…

I stir in my sleep, only to feel the weight of your arm across my stomach. Your warm breath caresses my neck as you bury yourself a little deeper into the sheets, unwilling to wake up just yet. I gently lift your arm, draw you closer and turn to face you. You open one eye,…

“Let’s go home.” I stare at you wondering if I heard you right. We’d been seeing each other for over six months. When we started out, you made it clear as day that this couldn’t get serious. And I agreed. After all, I didn’t need yet another failed relationship to add to my already 100%…

Time hangs heavy on my hands as I bustle around doing this and that. It’s not even 6 hours since I woke up and it feels like days. In an unusually productive Saturday morning, I’ve cleaned and scrubbed, prepped for the week, done my grocery shopping and made lunch. I take as much time as…

The sunlight streams through the window curtains, waking me from sleep. I stir, only to feel the heaviness of his arm around my waist. His head is buried in my neck, like he’s trying to burrow away from the rising sun and snatch just a few more minutes of sleep. The feel of his thick…

It’s nearly 11. We’ve had a long, interesting conversation over dinner. I clear away the table and take them to the sink. The kids, now all grown up and full of teen angst, help grudgingly. They know he expects them to. I tell them I’ll take care of it. They smile, say good night, and…