Andrew Cyr

From this lakeside mansion living room,I saw more than I wanted to see.I pictured Alicia and me endingas I sipped warm coffeeand leaned against the leather sofa.The all-too-typical breeze filteredthrough a maple tree’s branches,shaking gold and red leavesamong the swathes across tuftsof dead grass that poked through.The dappled day’s raysmade the most of the warmth,casting … [Read more...] about The End Of Us Is Never, By: Andrew Cyr

Ellie broke the news in a park just before dark.With arms outstretched,Mark escaped through the curtainof gloom as enchanting lacy flakestipped the scale and blendedwith ice on the pavement.Mark swung his arms and danced,going nowhere fast.He sucked in and blew out his breathquicker than he could find the strengthto double over and say game over.Mark blamed Ellie before he cast … [Read more...] about You Can’t Run, By: Andrew Cyr

Indy wore a wedding ring.I didn’t have a womanto fit one on.After college, Indy and I workedas executives at Amazon.It paid well for Seattle and the healthcarewould come in handy if Indy gave me a heart attack.Because if she wears that beige secretary top,that dark skirt that she smoothed below her knees,I’ll croak by the spoiled child or regret;temptation will do me in instead … [Read more...] about Partners In Forever, By: Andrew Cyr

I locked my crush on Dani in a boxbecause she wore another man’s ring.Seeing it was like a cross searedinto a vampire’s skin, melting before my eyes.We used to come here as kids,and here we were again, smoking pot.Dani flirted with the thought of us.I calmed myself with the sparkle of her diamond ring.Expensive.Much more cash than I had to fork out.Dani’s soft lips shimmered … [Read more...] about Ring Finger, By: Andrew Cyr

I lived in a small urban towntucked inside a farming community.We removed the Christmas treeand unraveled the lights to box for another year.My wife and I sat over coffeeon a Saturday evening.Dancing flames crackedover oak logs.She said I needed a haircut.I didn’t want to, but I decided to go.The barber cut my hair.Before me, people sat in chairspast the door and to the … [Read more...] about Barbershop Talk, By: Andrew Cyr