I'm pretty extraordinary (read: absolutely normal) for an average guy named Patrick- Patrick Kraker, and before you ask, no, I do not want a cracker; neither does Polly. Polly's sick of crackers. a) My summer job may or may not involve spray painting myself completely silver and standing motionless in the park. Of cou...
Sometimes I'd catch him looking at me, and other times he'd catch me first. Neither of us would say a word, but even a stranger could tell that we wanted to. [A Valentine's Day/Black History Month one shot for the @taygetsthegay and @diversityinlit competition.]
Ranked #136 in short story on 27/7/16. What happens when you meet your crush in a coffee shop and surprisingly he asks you to chat over coffee? Not to mention, he's a dog enthusiast and well, you're not. You obviously lie and I lied to him about my nonexistent dog, named 'Coffee'. Never knew a lot could happen over...