The Dining Set

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, my black cat lay belly-up on the end of our red couch, his front paws suspended upwards toward the ceiling, a blank look in his eye. On the other side of the couch, I lay in much the same position, only clutched between my paws I held my iPhone. I…

The Subway Delay

"So I went to this really cool Spanish restaurant last night," I told my parents at the dinner table one evening. I scooped some broccoli out of the communal bowl before returning it to the center of the table. "It was named Santiago." "Santiago," my mom repeated, helping herself to some broccoli as well. She…