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 →
"Always wanted one," I said to you, fingering the wooded dark brown record player in the store. We had met in Spanish class that day. That's a lie, you'd say, if you were reading this story. I'd noticed you first through the window of my class that morning. And we didn't really meet until afterwards,... Continue Reading →
You gonna marry him? You asked in 2015. Why do you ask? I always knew you'd marry a yuppie. Do you even know what that means? Yuppie. you've said it for years and I still have no idea what you mean. Fucking yuppie, what is it anyway. Just a yuppie, he says. And what are... 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 →
I still think about him, he says, the ash of his cigarette flaking off near my shoe. As we all do, I shrug, tired of the runaround. We all think of him. Every day probably. I don't. I shrug again - but it feels forced. Well however much then; we all do. I mean, I... Continue Reading →
I met my ex fiance last night at a restaurant we used to frequent when we didn't feel like cooking. We were reviewing the papers, beside one another, and I was chewing on the knuckle of my index finger. How is it so hard to close a bank account? I muttered. Hey, he whispered, reaching... Continue Reading →
Know that I love you a way that I will never love anybody else, you wrote once, after the funeral. Maybe I'm a fool. But you give me something special that I cant explain. Do you know that nobody knows me like you? We were 18 then. Our best friend had died. And we'd never... Continue Reading →
It's 8:30-something AM and Riley and I are sitting in the dorm cafeteria before class. "There's this guy," he said that morning. "He looks like him." Oh yeah? I said, biting into a hardened bagel. Bradley had been dead for a couple of months. I made a face; shaking out the crumbs from my sweater.... Continue Reading →
Manny, I said, that night on your couch. I don't want to be normal. You smiled. We were 22 or so, and in your parents home in Germany. It would be one of the last nights I spent with you. You think you're normal? Well no, I paused. I just mean I don't want this... Continue Reading →
I just want to know, I said that night, siting on a bench under a street lamp. All these years, and did I leave you with anything? I asked. Did I leave a mark, so when you do this thing you'll forever think "there was this girl, one time, she showed me how to do... Continue Reading →
Lindsey Hall Writes 