by Sean Martin | Oct 13, 2020 | Stories
My friend died this week. Well, I guess that’s a bit of a loaded statement. Making it implies so much that was but isn’t anymore. A man died, at his own hand, this week. He was at one time a friend. But that friendship died a long time ago, and finally now, the...
by Sean Martin | Oct 13, 2020 | Stories
“Let’s make a list of all the places we would like to go, and then we can compare them, and see what overlaps. That way we can plan to see what we can do and where we will go together. I’ve had this idea of the two of us, moving around the world together, doing...
by Sean Martin | Oct 13, 2020 | Stories
My therapist sat waiting for an answer. He would have to wait a moment; he had asked a hell of a question. I still struggle to find the words. I can’t explain it exactly. The sensation is, as best as I can phrase it, a bit like hearing an alarm sounding,...
by Sean Martin | Oct 12, 2020 | Stories
I laid in her bed staring at the ceiling. I was fighting off the doubts and uncertainties of my own character, knowing full well that she was with another man before she answered my calls that night. She gave me some line about being busy with her friends, and I...