Scrolling for spirals to make herself feel better, Madam reached for her tumbler of scotch and tipped back another swig. Nothing was really satisfying, and she felt more depressed and empty than was healthy to feel. She didn’t want to go through the whole...
Friday night. Time for my usual shortcut through the park and head for Benny’s Burgers. But why was there a girl sitting on a bench in shorts, tee shirt and tennis shoes on a chilling night? So, I stopped and got out. She gave me a type of "now what?"-loo...
For about two years after I'd first met Lucianna, my life was better than it had ever been. We still didn't live together, but we visited one another regularly. We talked, we made love, we cooked for one another in the nude (save aprons, since nipple burn...
The air had a liminal edge to it, like the smell of petrichor, or the bite of a crisp wind heralding a new season. The urgency of night slowly fading with the impending sunrise was like the ticking of an explosive hidden somewhere in the dark cloudy curta...
