Fiction Dribble by N.T.

"College Romance #252"

His most reliable ex said he went from soft to orgasm in the span of the Friends opening titles. I had lunch with him for three days: he hugged me like a scarecrow, or an aunt. Karen from my semiotics class told me all my gay friends were fucking him.

Fiction Dribble by Patrick Trotti

"Voiceless"

I didn't have the courage to go through her stuff. It was easier to let her presence linger.

I paid her phone bill just to hear her on the voicemail. Friends drunk dialed their girlfriends. I would call her, hoping she'd answer.

She never did, but I never stopped trying.

Fiction Dribble by Owen Kaelin

"Mirrors"

A fog blurs the city, the sky tightens. The guy passes the girl, who catches him: “Who do you think you are? Are you my mirror, now?” The guy regards the fog, looks at the tightened sky, then: “How do I say it?” She only cries. “I’m sorry,” he says.