LRL Concepts

... sweet nothings and midnight walks.

A rose on her bed that almost pricked her fingers.

A silly note left on the table.

Her attempts to poetry and verse.

Bad sex in the mornings, worse in the afternoon, and the worst song that ever played o...

I put my socks on one at a time. Carefully. No rush. Simon and Garfunkel have been playing on the radio for the past twenty minutes, but I’m only half aware of the music playing. I’m half in trance. My socks are soft and plushy. Walking in them is like walking on clouds, but I don’t want to walk today. It’s 15 degrees outside and all I want to do is stay home.

I retrieve my sneakers from the corner where I threw them yest...

The little green woman screamed. She screamed louder. So loud that her throat hurt and her lungs burned. But nobody heard her. Not the three men sitting on a bench, arms tightly crossed across their chests; not the three women on the following bench, legs tightly crossed together. They were too absorbed with nothing. A red robin appeared above their heads and flew in circles several times, then it dropped to the floor. Nobody noticed it except the little green woman. This bird that suddenly d...

I am a storyteller.

I want to tell a story today.

I don't know where it came from, but I can see this woman when I close my eyes. Not all the time, but often enough that it needs to be said.

Imagine her. Brown hair, brown eyes, brown-olive skin, and bright white teeth. She loves mini-skirts but never wears them. She adores pink, but owns not a thing that could be remote...