Short story

I love ketchup!

People who’ve met me generally think I am quite unremarkable. I know this because they never seem to want to meet me again, no matter how many times I call them. Not that this bothers me at all. I am perfectly fine being by myself. But this is not about that. This is about ketchup. … Continue reading

Short story

Missed connections

The meeting was canceled and the call had come too late – he’d already killed 15 minutes at the rendezvous by then. The rain outside beat a depressing tattoo, reminding him of the fact that he carried no umbrella. Well, at least the café was almost empty. He dug into his backpack and fished out … Continue reading