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Ropes Over The Rafters (A Whoville Story)

by | Oct 8, 2012 | A, AJ Hayes, Short Story

Hey look, don’t blame me. The raw material was already there. In words carefully crafted. You chose them with care: “You know, a bit of adultery, slippery and wet, just might make our marriage a much stronger bet.” She was your best friend and I always...

Age, Serenity and Mick-Fucking-Jagger

by | Jul 12, 2012 | A, AJ Hayes, Short Story

It’s true, years pass—you lose a step or three. Colors in the mirror turn from gold to gray. Places where you used to go never seem to stay, empty spaces laying where they used to be. Yet you’re not quite so aged as the oldest tree— passing perfume’s scent still makes...

Surviving

by | Jan 11, 2012 | A, AJ Hayes, Short Story

It’s always hard, the winter. The wind stiffens my fingers and I can’t reach the three keys above octave that I need to make the chord. It’s winter all the time now. Seems like it’s always night too. But that’s not the important thing....