That particular day the sun peaked through his blinds sending out sun beams all around the room. These nudged him awake before his alarm. He got up catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he did one of his old moves. A sort of jazz hands. This he hadn't...

That day Sammy wanted a signature move. When he saw other people dance they always ended with their signature. Like the older boys always did that, like a spin with their tongue out.  Something truly unique Sammy didn't have, derivative he thought about himself, never making something new. He showed...

They met the next day outside on the basketball court next to the motel. Around it the grass supposed to be green was brown and earth tones. It was early so not so hot, but they were already in shorts, and the temperature was slowly rising. 

Despite this the kid...

Today Marc was smooth. He touched the top of his head. His hand wet with sweat, in his room was a single fan rotating back and forth pushing hot air here and there. Marc was looking at the letter. It sounded like Denver he decided. He searched his mind for...

The kid got up the next morning before his alarm. He was ready, he raced to the bathroom to brush his teeth then flew down the stairs. Almost hoping off the last step. He was excited, while falling asleep the night before he watched old videos of the Blue Man,...

He might've thought longer but there was a knock at the door. He got up slowly, no one should be knocking, he'd pay the rent and everything already this month, actually the next two months in advance. He tip toed to the other side of the curtain where he could...

Before all that Blue man shit, Marc shaved with an electronic machine. His wife gave it to him for Father’s Day. From his daughter, but his daughter that day declared I never have seen that in my life and his wife leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. A...

In this heat Love couldn't run, he didn't even understand why he was chasing the kid. With each step he was tiring, but he pressed on. The music in his head shifted to a more staccato and the time sped up. He felt his face a little stubble was growing...

The next day love felt something different. It didn't matter if someone found him. He would be okay, he felt like that.

He suddenly felt lighter, he didn't walk out of his apartment but seemed to samba. In his head there was smooth jazz playing, accompanying his walk and his normal...

Love in some attempt to be normal, would try to keep a routine. He opened a small bank account here not to attract suspicion. If someone asked where he got the money he deposited enough every two weeks to look like he had a job. A painter he told them....