I’m sat on top a bed that is not mine in a communal cabin shared by humans I’ve never met. The door to my ‘Room 3’ single room dormitory is open, spilling into the shared living room, and I can’t determine whether I left it that way to appease and fit into the open community... Continue Reading →
I am pulling up in front of his house, with a round plastic container of shredded Parmesan bouncing around the passenger seat. He called earlier in the week. "I found a few things, cleaning out storage. I think you may want them." I could've asked what the items were, and determined then whether they were... Continue Reading →
I still sit on the board of my ex fiance's nonprofit. Last night, we had a quarterly meeting. I was purposely late, if I'm being truthful. Although, I'm still not sure why, bouncing around my bedroom aimlessly before finally dragging myself out the door.When I pulled up, I called him from the car. Which house... Continue Reading →
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 →
We drink too much of it, one of us was always the first to declare, usually after a blow out of some sort. But it always prickled me when you made a point to say wine. You drink just as much beer, I’d mutter. I was saying we both drink too much – doesn’t matter... Continue Reading →
Lindsey Hall Writes 