Not today.

He sat on the curb, kicking out his feet every few seconds. It was the most amusement he had all day. That – and remembering his awkwardness during his business meeting this morning. “I can’t believe I did that.” He grumbled, cringing at the thought.

“But you did.” said Sam, a fellow co-worker who flopped himself down next to him.

“Don’t start.” He replied.

“It happens.” Sam replied. “I once asked Sarah if she finally got fired after I caught her in the photocopy room crying.”

“I’m surprised you still work here.”

“Yeah, you too buddy.” Sam laughed.

Written by Alecia Writes

Or so I thought

or so I thought

ironically, if my voice made a sound. i wouldn’t be here. in this place. my throat wouldn’t be soar, my ears wouldn’t cringe, and my brain wouldn’t be wrapped in cotton. Or so I think. if it made a sound that people could hear. it wouldn’t be like the wind exhaling. or sleeping baby’s breath. a silent baby’s cry. it would be me.

Or so I think.

Written by A. Writes 

Photo by A. Writes

Conviction

“I want to say his face was hard… but it wasn’t.” She said, balancing the phone on her right shoulder. It was sticky from her grasp.

aleciawrites.coma6“Well, what are you going to do?” The voice on the other end replied. It was harsh, but didn’t anger. And the air between them seemed restricted so fondly it was forced.

Hearing that he was home, she replied;

“Nothing.”

Click. 

Writing and Photo by A. Writes 

The Peculiar Chronicles ~ A Personal Ramble

The Peculiar Chronicles,

Life is made up of all these tiny insignificant moments. Like deducing what you want to have for lunch or what radio station to listen to on your rush hour commute. You see, I have this way I see myself. Myself that said that clever thing in the heat of the moment, or myself that rides off into the sunset on a roaring motorcycle with a camera on my back and an empty notebook stuffed with ambition… but by this point you are most definitely wondering where I am going with this and why I am telling you this. My only answer to you would be a very short, unhelpful response and would be along the lines of I haven’t had breakfast yet. So just don’t forget about your dreams.

Or worse, don’t let yourself become a day-dream.

Talk soon!

Love,

Alecia