My two best friends are Selena and Ashby. They’re identical twins, but if you know what to look for, you can tell them apart. Selena’s ears…
Within the old wooden building, a group of men were drinking. They had gathered for the pub’s bawdy night, washing down…
“Where are my keys?”
Ron sighed as he turned over couch cushions, tossing them on the floor, then lifting them to check the…
My husband is cooking dinner, singing loudly and off-key, punctuating the chorus with rhythmic farts.
You can call me Chloe. I like that name. You can’t be a bad person if you’re named Chloe.
The man stood on tiptoes, one hand both resting on the bench and holding a walking stick. I couldn’t see what he was reaching for.
It was too hot for a March morning. I stood back from the crowd, respectful of the mourners and wondering why I was even here. I…