Track Three

The hot chocolate wasn’t actually hot. It was more like chocolate water put in the microwave for thirty seconds. It also had a funky, metallic aftertaste, like it’d been microwaved in a can and the can had caught fire and melted a little. But the whipped cream made it drinkable. … More Track Three

Track Two

I couldn’t help but see the elevator as very smug and quite pleased with itself, as if it had something to do with everything that had just happened. I decided it was allowed to believe that, and said a quiet “thank you” to it as we got on. … More Track Two

“The most important things are the hardest things to say.”

“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them—words shrink things that were limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie … More “The most important things are the hardest things to say.”