Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

I keep replaying that night on Highway 2, the part just west of Spokane where the road turns quiet after nine ...

I keep telling myself I should have said something. Sacramento summers don’t give you many gentle moments. Th...

I keep thinking about a night in Spokane that shouldn’t matter as much as it does. It happened on one of thos...

I’m not sure why this memory keeps circling back, the way radio static sometimes fades and then snaps into cl...

I keep replaying that night in my head like a song stuck on the wrong lyric. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t d...

I saw you last Thursday evening, around six, at the Portland ferry terminal. You were leaning against the rail...

I didn’t plan on thinking about you past that night. Honestly, it was such an ordinary moment that it shouldn...

Lancaster isn’t the kind of place where strangers disappear. Not really. People loop through each other’s li...

I’m not great at writing these and honestly I don’t expect much, but this moment has been stuck in my head l...

You probably won’t see this, but I can’t stop thinking about that night.

It was late, almost midni...

There’s this moment – you know it – when everything in your gut says “this is it,” and then somehow it...

The year I graduated, I landed my first job at a bank in Manhattan. The position wasn’t glamorous, but for...