Andrew Cyr

I lifted my head and batted my lashes wide.The depth of my bottomless gazehad me unraveling a sleight of handconnected to a jigsaw of twisted desires.I was here in a cabin.Rachel was here, too.How’d I get here?I wasn’t sure.I reached across the bed to pullher bangs behind her ear.I wanted to study her face to ensureher intentions were as good as mine.Rachels sighed, cracked a … [Read more...] about Worried Late, By: Andrew Cyr

A well-kept secret happened on dates,late-night dates, specifically.The second-hand tick slowed the clockfor conversations, lasting hours.The problem?No one showed.Internet chicks confirmed their intentionsfor being no-shows.I sipped coffee alone more than chattingwith the woman of my dreams(if there were such a thing).If she existed, she’d have red hair,and love autumn.A woman … [Read more...] about Coffee After Midnight, By: Andrew Cyr

Kasey wrapped her armsaround my neck and kissed mein front of her mom,her dad, and she even kissedme in front of the band.The room stopped cold at dawn,as our minds connected the dotsto the thoughts our parents observedwhen we exchanged nervous gazes.Our parents said it was love.We promised it wasn’t.But they knew it was love.That’s what they knew.Her parents knew it.And my … [Read more...] about Collision Course, By: Andrew Cyr

Better off left in my head,that’s what Becca saidwhen she caught wind from a friendof my interest in her thin frame,brown eyes, and her long, red hair.But the call dropped before I explainedthat Becca’s brain triggeredan orgasm in my eyes.Becca drank wine on her deckafter work.I moved to my deckwith a newspaperbut read her more.We spoke here and there.But her beauty hid herlow … [Read more...] about Becca’s Suitor, By: Andrew Cyr

I promised myself I’d get clean,and for good this time.I sat as a defendant.I straightened my collarand fixed my thick, blond hair.A judge assessed the evidencethat I committed a crimeand issued a warrantfor my arrest.In a dreary courtroom,I stood accusedof one count of stolen love.I drummed my fingersalong the desk’s oak edgeduring witness testimony.What they said mattered … [Read more...] about Guilty Pleasure, By: Andrew Cyr