I come home and see her. She looks so beautiful, my Samantha. Continue reading Nest.
I’d never had the manly pleasure of calling a woman mine, and being wrapped in her warmth with the passion and the care my father described. Continue reading Untitled.
The house was great. It was ours. We made it typically our own. Continue reading Untitled.
I went to the barber to get a cut. I had an appointment the next day and I wanted to look the part… Continue reading The Barber and The Oysters.
She was 14 years his senior… She owned the confidence of beauty without the foolishness of youth. Continue reading Miss Lucia Matthews.
“Yeah, we have chicken. But we’ve run out of mayonaise.” Continue reading Fishing.
His hands won’t stop. They twitch these days. They smell of nicotine and soap… Continue reading Untitled.