Dallas imagines that she can still smell the couch’s aroma of cigarette smoke and burnt bacon as she stands at the edge of the porch, just out…
Varying Degrees of Murder
Hello! May I have everyone’s attention?
I’ll let you get back to guessing each other’s baby pictures and bobbing for…
Sylvia hadn’t touched a piano in eight years. She was distraught to find out that one came with the house she had purchased, the keys…
We recap the year with pitchers of overpriced margaritas at Chili’s, procured less by our fake IDs and more by fortuitous seating in a section…
Most days I eat my lunch outside. There’s a break room with a vending machine and microwave and everything, but I bring my own…
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We made love with the taste of wine and olives on our tongues. We made love the way new couples do, pretending to be something we…
The melodic tune pulls Kasha from sleep. The warmth in the room and the softness of the alarm disorient her, and for a moment she forgets what…