I could swim in his eyes. Jump right in and wade around. Or backstroke. Or butterfly stroke. I’m not a swimmer. Maybe if I jump in, the water would finally drip out, overflow over the lower lashes and travel down a face skinnier than I remembered. A hairless face. Had it always been hairless? I just wanted it fall. The suspense was obnoxious. And he … Continue reading “Jelly” – A Short Story