Talisen Fray writes fantasy that penetrates the shell of existence.

 

You were meant for more than this.

Funny How the Colors Stick With You - Ad Hoc Fiction

Funny How the Colors Stick With You - Ad Hoc Fiction

I remember her color: black speckled with serpent's green. Today, when I should be slumping at my desk writing copy for a natural cleaning product made in Salinas, I'm daydreaming about my mother's toes and how my father used to kiss them.

I have a date tonight. One of those muscly Crossfit guys. We met near my house on open mic night—he sidled next to me, complimented my blouse (we both knew he liked what was in my blouse, cradled in my faithful pushup bra), and displayed a fair tenor later in the night when he sang his version of The Color of Love. I'm not sure why I mumbled, "Yes", when he asked me out, maybe I was bored.

Hours later, spiderwebs crowning me, I find it: a crystal bottle with striations of color, tumbled to the bottom of a crate of her things.

Steam Wand Nostalgia - Ad Hoc Fiction

Steam Wand Nostalgia - Ad Hoc Fiction