Speakeasy We glance across at each other catching glances like we're up at bat. We count each others secrets within our pockets. Prose. One shot.

2 Crops You could teach me your language and I could teach you the constellations on my body. Prose. One Shot.

1 Chemistry The lights faded back on, the credits rolled, and I barely remember a scene, asphyxed on our chemistry. Prose. One shot.

2 Her I can't stand her. Prose. One shot.

Uninvited Visitor Shouting matches and sweet reactions. Prose. One shot.

1 Urban Wasteland The only way to measure something incredible is to compare it to something that doesn't exist. Prose. One shot.

1 Seven Signs It's Time To Take A Bath A list format, split into scenes. Prose. One shot.

1 Imagination We'd write our names on paper airplanes and watch them crash into each other like your hipbones against mine. Prose. One shot.

Pixelized Memories You can't forget things that never happen; but you can savour them all the same. Prose. One shot.

V VI Parts five and six of my "Quotes" series. Prose. One shot.