Maggie Baine

Stories from Maggie Baine

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2016

            "What would you do if I kissed you right now?" He said it matter-of-factly, wiping his glasses as he did. Mindy continued removing the dusty old books from their shelves, unfazed. It was a passive question, an inquiry seeking acceptance before any form of action. And for a moment, she considered not telling him the truth, but as she gripped the faded leather binding of Cyrano de Bergerac she smiled and said,

            "You already have."

            "No I haven't" He protested. His baffled expression causing her to let out a low laugh.

Friday, January 17th, 2014

Meg began her morning by waking up. That's a horrible opening to a story she thought to herself as she opened her eyes. A writer shouldn't open up a story with a character waking up, it was bad form. She could hear the narration perfectly, She heard the rude chime of the clock rattle her awake from a dreamless sleep. With an opening like that, she assumed whatever the heroine was waking up to face that day most likely involved an angst-filled love triangle. Meg sat up to face Tom, who was seated on the armchair at the end of her bed. He was wearing his old maroon high school sweatshirt and blue jeans that had faded to pale blue-grey. His large body was draped over the chair horizontally, his feet dangling carelessly over the arm. The journals she had filled up over the last five years that had been where he now sat were spread beneath him, pages decorating her floor.