You okay Linds? He asks. You look good. I just mean y'know, in life. You seem a little unsure, I guess, he pauses. Unsteady. We're sitting in my parents church parking lot: my head rested against the back of his passenger seat. The turtleneck of my black dress scratches at my neck, and I stretch... Continue Reading →
Are you home for Xmas? I read the text, and frown. Where else would I be? I write back. I pause, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Yes, I write again, feeling slightly callous. He texts back immediately: Thought you might be in Kansas, seeing your dad's fam. You just had lunch with my dad,... Continue Reading →
It’s 8:30pm on a Sunday when a call from an unknown number pierces my eardrum. Blocked Caller, it reads. What sneaky bastard did I ghost off Tinder? Something about the loneliness of a New York Sunday persuades me to answer. “Hello,” I say, putting on my Publicist coo. A surprised voice: “Lindsey?” Christ, I... Continue Reading →
Lindsey Hall Writes 