The Man

”May I touch?” He asks. It is my body he’s talking about, but he’s not asking for permission from me. He’s asking the man who has put me in this situation. And he nods, “of course,” he says. I say he had put me in this situation, and that is partly true, but I have … Continue reading The Man

The Supplicant

He sat quietly behind his desk. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes down. Waiting. Time passed, just minutes, she thought, but they seemed long. She knew, without raising her eyes, that he was watching her. She hoped the dress she was wearing hit the right note of pleasing without … Continue reading The Supplicant

Rebooting…

She waited anxiously, trying to slow her breathing. 'They probably won't take me anyway,' she thought. 'Who knows how many candidates they've had?' She took a deeper breath. 'But they did call me in for an interview.' She felt her heart pounding. She was alone in the room, a small anteroom with a desk and … Continue reading Rebooting…

Sad Days and Me

MP’s daughter is sick - one of his daughters, the one who lives far away. Cancer that was in remission spread - and the doctors are offering a fairly pessimistic prognosis. Of course they’re not always right, but she’s pretty sick. MP is tough, but you know. I’m worried and distressed, and she was already … Continue reading Sad Days and Me