Coming soon: I THOUGHT THIS WAS WORTH SHARING: STORIES AND SOME OTHER STUFF ABOUT LOVE AND SOME OTHER STUFF

Flash Fiction.

I hope this email finds you in the bathroom bar when you go to freshen up and impulsively check your phone and that it throws you off for the rest of the date, leaves you completely unable to fully concentrate.

I hope this email finds you well but waiting very…

Flash Fiction.

When she left she didn’t even take the cat.

She just bounced under the cover of darkness one night when you were working late. You’re unsure if that had anything to do with it, or just how much — your lack of ability or desire to forge more of a…

…Do pretty much anything.

Whitewash a wall, Tom Sawyer style, and would stay still staring for more than one coat, if necessary.

Hang up your favorite prints and pictures on the wall after the paint dries, taking care to make sure they’re completely straight and level.

Butter toast on both sides, like some kind…

Flash Fiction.

“You never brush before bed,” she said moments after she spit out mouthwash, seconds before she’d take her place in the tacitly agreed upon side of my queen-sized sleep machine, where she’d place her cold feet under my warm legs, which felt nice. Familiar.

She had a point. But I…

Flash Fiction.

Not just anyone can master The Phone Voice.

We can’t all disguise how we feel — can’t hide disappointment, anger, angst or any of the other more intense emotions, really, all that well.

Some of us are better at faking it than others — can turn it on or off…

Flash Fiction.

When I was feeling lonely I’d knock on the thin wall two times.

Well, not every time I was feeling lonely.

That’d be too much.

You’ve gotta keep yourself from knocking at some point.

Show some restraint.

I mean this both literally and metaphorically.

I guess it was mostly nights…

It was like an avant garde art installation in my apartment fridge.

It was generally a toss-up between three things, what women would judge the most, on the semi-rare occasion that one entered my apartment during my three-yaar stint there (and I guess we can say four things if they happened to see my naked body, though they didn’t often verbalize their…

Trying to explain myself to complete strangers.

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

MOST EMBARRASSING SONG ON MY SPOTIFY

I’m not really all that embarrassed about it but I listen to Celine Dion’s “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” more than any other person I’ve ever met.

WHERE TO FIND ME AT THE PARTY

You might not be able to find me…

Scott Muska

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