Melissa

The day the perfume oozed Short Story Chronicles

Soi Cowboy

“Another beer mister!” Eileen asked, her hand gently on my shoulder, her crooked white teeth smiling cheekily at me.

She

A tribute

The phone call came at around eleven
She may not last the night… time to go
My first time, what could I…

To Be Humble

Everything
matters.
It doesn’t have to be
a grand gesture.
There is tiny
power
in the softest
whisper
and sometimes
that is bigger
than…