Diverse
by Lindsay Griffiths You are enraged and have opted to neglect me, but, Mummy, I am not a racist. The media has just portrayed me… Read More »Diverse
Lindsay Griffiths
A Busy Day at the Hospital
by Lindsay Griffiths The energy in the room reached from wall to wall, ceiling to floor. So many bodies in this confined space meant sweat… Read More »A Busy Day at the Hospital
Slipping
by Lindsay Griffiths I have grown accustomed to the flavor of sea air and to the deafening sound of my own thoughts. I wonder about… Read More »Slipping
The Mission
by Lindsay Griffiths Propped up against the wall, I delicately swirled the olive inside my cocktail glass. In my old life, I was unaccustomed to… Read More »The Mission
Time is Fleeting
by Lindsay Griffiths I’ve come to see time for what it is: Rapidly passing. A thing that, Though it consistently speeds by, Doesn’t necessarily correlate… Read More »Time is Fleeting
Tic Tac
by Lindsay Griffiths BERNARD is sitting on the stoop out front of a house, thinking. His younger brother, HUGHIE, enters from the front door and… Read More »Tic Tac
Forgive and Forget
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Hustlers
by Lindsay Griffiths It is late afternoon in a living room of a suburban home. Rick and Samantha stand in the center of the room.… Read More »Hustlers
Dead and Gone
by Lindsay Griffiths Hot tears blur my vision, my aching heart pounds heavily When I am in solitude, remembering. The occasional melancholy drapes over me… Read More »Dead and Gone
Train of Thought
by Lindsay Griffiths Pardon me, ma’am but that headline looks far too fabulous and your newspaper is angled far too far to the left and… Read More »Train of Thought
