Unapologetically wholesome

“I’ve figured out your brand”

“Do tell”

“You’re unapologetically wholesome”

“Of those two words, I’m having a hard time figuring out which one is more confusing”

“See, that’s what I mean! Anyone else would have just yelled about what I was even saying, but not you. You are politely confused, in a constructive manner”

“Huh. I suppose you’re right”

“You know it”

“Is this the part where you’re gonna rope me into eating an unapologetically  non-wholesome burger at 2 am?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Let’s go. I can only be on brand so many hours a day”


“But what I don’t understand is – why won’t he just do it?”

“See, here’s the thing. He’s been in love with her for years, right?”


“So, this is the first time she’s talked to him in all that time. By continuing to hem and haw, he thinks he can keep the line of communication open. But if he goes along with doing it, she will move right on and never look back”

“That… makes sense. In a backwards kind of way”

“Anyway. You gonna pass me that cupcake or what?”

“Love doth make fools of us all”

The first move





a short moment of spinning up, then the music began

She always liked this particular moment the most. The brief, brief second of having put a CD in the tray and pushing it in, hearing those first introductory notes. Each album had different starting points, different feels, and she knew them all by heart. Even the one with an extra moment of silence introduced by accident; its duration as intimately known as any combination of sounds

Of course, explaining this to the young ones was a futile effort. But every once in a while, she made an attempt. Like now