Figments of Imagination

I dislike the term “fiction” because it implies that there is a non-fiction and I categorically deny that such a thing can exist. So I call these stories “less true stories mostly made up” and hope for the best, where “the best” is that you enjoy them.

Fiction

She sat up, still in the sleeping bag, and sipped the inky black coffee. She thought of something an ex had once said to her, “Claire, normal people want to be liked and accepted. You don’t seem to give a shit. All you seem to care about is your coffee in the morning and your drinks in the evening”. More or less. She took another sip. But not really. Read ⇢