After the second beer with done and Thomas returned with a third, he had found his words.
Getting Help by D.I. Jolly
It was only then that he realised he was crying, and had been for a few minutes.
A Secret Everybody Knows by D.I. Jolly
The friend’s jaws dropped and for a moment it looked like they might actually hit the floor. Then the one pulled himself together, put on a smug face and said.
Mr Stevenson Believes by D.I. Jolly
After one too many jokes he found he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that people thought he was cruel and it bothered him how angry it made him, which quickly turned into a downward spiral and before he knew it, he could barely take two steps out his door without starting an internal argument with himself about the thoughts of total strangers.
My First Song by D.I. Jolly
“It’s creepy is all I’m saying. You just sit here alone, watch the show and then sneak off back home.”
“Lots of people do that, it’s normal and shhh.”
Virtual Reality by D.I. Jolly
On Mondays, everyone’s tired from the weekend, on Friday they’re fed up from work. Wednesday is hump day and Thursday is mini-Friday so I guess the only work people do, or at least the only good work people do is, on Tuesday.
Sending Nudes 2 By D.I. Jolly
Frank stared at the naked girl on his phone trying to place where he’d seen her face before. Of all the images he’d received in the last few weeks, this one looked the most familiar
Shoes By D.I. Jolly
James rolled over on the couch and looked at his therapist, who cocked an eyebrow and said.
“I can’t say that I have, but I have heard you say things like this before. I thought you were supposed to be clean?”
The Floor of my Soul By D.I. Jolly
They hadn’t been having problems exactly, but things had settled down a lot from when they first met. They had their routine and it was nice, but not exciting.
Circles By D.I. Jolly
It was 7 am when his alarm started screaming, telling him he’d lain awake all night.