The moment the aeroplane's tyres hit the runway, my phone is out and I'm looking for a car to take me to the French Quarter. I breeze through the airport with my carry-on bag, grab a coffee on the way and head towards the agreed meeting point in record time. When I step through the … Continue reading September 23 – Close (3)
Have you ever seen a supernova? Not in person, obviously, but on TV maybe? A supernova is the very explosive death of a star. Like the big, massive kinds, not small ones like our Sun. At the end of its life cycle, a star runs out of fuel, and gravity just takes over. It implodes … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (1)
Something wakes me. It's not a dream. Not one of my nightmares anyway. Was it a noise, maybe? It's a nice kind of waking up. Like slowly drifting back into consciousness from a land of cotton candy. I keep my eyes closed, trying to stay afloat in the realm of dreams while my body is … Continue reading First Times – Sam (6)
The moment Rashid’s mouth finds mine, something erupts between us. Everything we barely held back comes pouring out at once. My arms lock around his neck, crashing me against him like I can’t stand another inch of space. We kiss like we’re starving – urgent, heated, breathless. My hips arch into his, desperate to close … Continue reading First Times – Sam (5)
When I get up, Rashid seems to be still asleep. I sit down on one of my counter stools and sip a glass of water. I glance at Rashid, who is lying on his stomach, duvet abandoned by his side. My side. Rashid undressed before going to bed, but he’s still wearing his boxer briefs … Continue reading First Times – Sam (2)
“Hello? Is this Wendell Dupree?” “Yeah,” I answer a little sleepily. “Who is this?” I don’t recognise the number. Something European is all my brain can make out. “Yeah, this is Sam Barclay, Rashid’s boyfriend. He asked me to call this number in case anything happened to him.” I’m suddenly wide awake. Dearest gentle… Oh, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (1)
I sit on my old bed. I'm mad at Josie, but I know part of my anger comes from my own insecurities. Some of the things she said really hit close to home. What if I'm too young for him? What does he even see in me? What if he gets bored with me? What … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (11)
It's not even a week later, and I find myself on a bus to Leonidas, my childhood neighbourhood, again. This time I'm not alone. Rashid is with me, and we're headed to spend Thanksgiving with my family. It's going to be the first time that they'll meet him. The first time I'm introducing a boyfriend … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (10)
I'm on the bus to Josie's. It's the day after we found out that our father died several months ago. I'm alone. Not because Rashid left me, no. We're still good. Although I wouldn't have blamed him. I mean, we're basically still in our rainbows and pink glitter phase of our relationship and we already … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (9)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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