Moonlight Trysts

  • Your Ghost

    The first time I saw his ghost was at Denny’s. He must have been sixteen or seventeen. He was wearing a cheap black suit with a silk blue tie and a red satin rose boutonnière. He was a handsome golden haired Adonis, despite the fact that his face was blooming with puberty and covered with…

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  • Dime-Store Romance

    That night just before sunset, I went to go eat at McDonalds. I had two cheeseburgers, a large coke, and some apple pie. It was supposed to be one of those empty nights to be filed away within a special pocket of memory for the interchangeable. Buy some food, watch TV and drink a beer,…

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  • Noise

    It wasn’t until the new neighbors moved in that we realized just how paper thin the walls to our apartment were. They moved into the apartment to the left of ours, which had been unrented and of no use for some time. The old man who lived alone to the right of us hardly made…

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