short fiction

What does her smile look like? Does she have crooked teeth like me? Do her eyes crinkle up when she smiles?

Layers upon layers of fabric, he knew, were surely hampering his beloved white butterflies from fluttering in the breeze.

I was always watching you but you never felt the heat of my gaze.

There is nothing to be said. The hour is past, and he should leave.

She felt as though she had done something terrible. But technically, she had just been singing in her own bathroom, hadn’t she?

When we left, we knew we’d probably never find our way back again.

Salves and salvation were two poles, and he, like the Earth itself, was slightly flattened at the doorstep of both.

The girl and the boy made love to each other every night, and every night they climaxed knowing that they had climbed trees to get to one another.

Even in his blue silk dhoti, Shekhar looks like a walking insect—a fancy walking insect. It is an interesting look for someone with no personality.

There were moments when our rhythms matched, and our feet, with a muddy shoe or two, were up in the blue sky together.