Lynne Curry

How long before someone else figured out who killed my sister?   He’d sat beside me during the interview, his hand resting heavy on my shoulder, a shepherd guiding his sheep. His face pious whenever the detective’s gaze turned to him; his eyes drilling into mine when they briefly exited the room.   I didn’t […]

The leftover roses murmured bloom to bloom, clutched their thorns, then flung themselves from flower shop windows.   Their absence the next morning puzzled the florist He stared at the empty buckets, and shrugged, “Just as well.” He hated throwing day-late flowers in the trash.   The runaway roses drank in the night sky, exulted

I’m your Chatbot Partner.   Do you know I exist?   Don’t get upset—I know you’re not oblivious. But you never say anything. Not once, not even a passing, “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that” or “thanks.”                 Do you know I picked you?               Maybe you think you just clicked “open