I made no friends in Granada, which seemed natural enough to me. I read though. Oddly enough it was then I became fascinated by the American Civil War.
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Category: Fiction
it was not a big room, i don’t think i mentioned that, though it had a great view. my hashish angel sat on the rug near the sliding glass door, smile beatific.
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There’s never anyone there to scold me, to watch over me, no one to demand, hands on hips, “Where were you, young lady?”
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I realized I’d made a big mistake. I hadn’t advanced with her as much as I thought I had.
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Hell, he probably looked like Michael, himself, who had taken plenty of girls home from plenty of parties, too – horny, hopeful; no shame for him in that – but had backed off if they said no, and just said goodnight.
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These days they want to text, mostly. It is more discreet. They text me from their couches, their kids’ soccer games, their beds next to their sleeping wives. I will fuck you so hard.
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I would tell Renee all of it, the details held in my stomach, fluttering up my throat as my mother and I got in the car and started the familiar drive to Skateland Roller Rink.
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Sitting behind the crescent page desk facing the reading room, Clara slipped her hand between…
We don’t get along because we’re always fighting for a spot near the air pump.
The first time Isabel saw Camila’s ghost, she was standing at her beside next to the IV drip. Her face was still eighteen and fresh.
“The Frog and the Bird” and “The Woman, the Letter, the Mirror, and the Door”
I had cut my hand off on the bandsaw. It was sitting there on the…
Uday’s Palace Had its own discotheque with a mirror ball, a flashing dance floor whose…
My dad, Zeus, is away fucking farm animals. Again. He thinks they are princesses. He…
I woke up and didn’t love my husband. Or at least felt like I didn’t…
Sometimes it pays to miss a flight. Watching the plane take off from his seat…
