Day: November 22, 2007

Sophea T. Amari

The coffee thief

“So, what was stolen?” Albert asked me. He rubbed my shoulder lovingly and I sighed, putting my head onto his shoulder. I loved Albert and how he always made me feel better. This time, though, I just wanted to have him comfort me. “That’s the weird thing. Everything to do with coffee,” I answered in …

Sophea T. Amari

The Florist

She waited for him outside the restaurant. She was smart. Followed him here after he had finished work. She could see him clearly from where she was, huddled in her beat-up old Ford Escort. He sat by the window, laughing as he took a swig of wine from his glass. His companion was a very …

Sophea T. Amari

All that remained

He pictured her, young and full of life, her brown eyes laughing in the sunshine. How she used to pick daisies and stick them behind her ears. One night when a storm was raging outside, she came to his bedroom and knocked on the door, asking to be let him. She wore a pink nightgown, …