Contempt Stories

Afternoon Friday, May 23rd, 2025 Garin was waiting by the Turtle Pond in Central Park for Amina. He’d rarely come through the park, but in their texts he’d agreed to take her on a tour of ancient Egyptian artifacts and to do that he’d have the best selection at the Met. She was a little late, but he was a little early, and he took a moment, under a 102 decibel canopy of tree-bug chorus, to browse through his phone while s...

How desperately he wished he understood her, The elusive lady who had stolen his heart, But every time he thought she was within his grasp Once more she seemed to vanish into the shadows, Leaving him to flounder in the darkness of doubt. There were many times when the flame of her presence Burned so intensely it threatened to consume him; Days and nights when they rode on a wave of passion, Carrying him aloft on a tide of...

Dave was sitting on the sofa, grabbing a few minutes of space to check the football scores whilst preparing dinner and helping with homework. Not for the first time, he wondered if it was really necessary for his seven year old son to print out quite so many pictures of footballers for his project on famous people. He could hear his four year old daughter Emily dancing in the living room. It was peaceful. The dinner was o...