by Joseph Young

by Bill Beckley

by Bill Beckley

by Bill Beckley

by Jack

I'm sitting at the pub, somewhere quieter. It's right after sunset when the sky isn't orange, but it's not quite dark yet. I'm sitting in a “casual but still trying to look cool and I want people to notice me but don't want people to notice that I want them to notice me” way, as you do.

I see her turn a corner, long legs, not super skinny but in a way I love, medium length skirt, cardigan, tank top under it. I notice a hair on her head, i want nothing more than to brush it off her face while she looks into my eyes, my eyes wander down to look at her cleavage “man I'm a fucking creep”, I look down on the ground as if I was scanning up to down in her general direction in case someone has been watching me. I think to myself why anyone would watch me, I don't look particularly good, in fact, I believe I'm quite ugly. I chuckle slightly while a nail is driven in my heart, “why would she look my way” looking at her hurts now, reminds me of how I will never have her or anything like her. I look at my pint, mostly empty with one gulp left. I take it, warm and wheaty, not particularly nice but it's worse to waste beer. As I'm lowering my glass our eyes meet, not even for a quarter second as she's walking by. I feel myself shrink up and a pain in my chest, I immediately look down. Maybe 1 second after she passes as if to confirm my own lustful worthlessness I briefly look at her ass. “Pretty good” I thought to myself then looked at my empty pint.

My friend enters with two pints

He sits down and I take a drink

“Any women?” I say to him to make conversation

“No, not really. You?”

I look back, she's gone.

“Nah me neither.”

by Celine Nguyen

by Celine Nguyen

by Celine Nguyen