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.
Her audacity was always accepted on account of her looks… Continue reading Can I sit?
If our desires were as measured as our love, maybe we’d still be together. Continue reading Untitled.