Wishful thinking Stories

Lost in the atmospheric boom of my morning playlist, I climb the stairs to the second floor. Shamelessly, I hum along with the long melody arcs that ease me out of sleep into the Monday morning; who would be listening at this hour anyway? I find the heart-jumpingly embarrassing reply when I try the key to unlock my office door and it won’t turn. Instead, the handle snaps and the door creaks open like a new chalk stick on...

As a teenager, I was very shy around girls. I wasn't that interested, more interested in football and other sports. At a school disco, I spotted a girl I fancied and we danced in the frenetic styles of the time. And then, the DJ played a slow song, too slow to continue to dance as we had been doing. I noticed that other couples were holding each other close, slowly shuffling their feet and going round in circles. An older...