The green of my garden, broken by the haze of the screen

I look up. My feet lay on the warm stones, Ants dancing on my skin as they hunt for food. Puppy begging for attention, Staring at my nibbles as he calls me rude. No puppy… none for you. The path splits in front of me, One side green the other brown. Bushes trembling in the…

Her lips

He is staring at me, Samy thought, as she watched her blind date gawk at her. “So, your name is Tom?” She asked, hoping that his creepiness was just some pre date jitters. “Ye-yeah,” he stuttered, eyes still transfixed on her lips. “What do you do?” She asked. He ignored her question, still staring unbashful…