"A story about memory, desire, and the places we never really leave."
Ellie pulled the car off what used to be a gravel drive and let the engine idle for a moment before she turned the key. The sudden silence pressed around her like the stillness before a storm — thick, unmoving,...
"One last trip through the old house."
I didn’t find Gail there, in the room where our marriage had ended. Oh, it limped along for a little while after that–her desperate pleas to reconcile and the various legal nonsense kept it on life support for months–but there...
"Often, those caught, are kept."
Often.“You make me feel so alive that it drives me to kill. Not out of wrath but out of envy for others taking the precious and vital breath meant only for us,” he whispered, his stubble grazing mine. I gasped...
"Love Is Such A Slow Assassin."
The smoke swirled up into the air as the two women stood on the balcony of the penthouse, where the wake was being held.“He was quiet when he fucked you. Right to the end. And then he…”“Made a soft adorable...
"A wife confesses; her husband already knows."
Marge was sitting at the small table, looking out the window and wringing her hands together. Her eyes were moist; not full of tears, not yet, but right on the verge. When she heard me enter, though, the first one...
"Marcus is reunited with an old friend and learns a few things about Lilith..."
Lilith finally pulled away from my embrace and pointed down at my midsection. At first, I thought she was pointing to my groin. I figured she wanted to drown her sorrows in some lovemaking, but I thought that would be...
"Back home, Marcus suffers through a long week to learn a harsh reality of life..."
It was the end of that first week back in school since Tessa and I had been together. In less than twelve hours, it would mark the one-week anniversary from when we first made love. We hadn’t “been” with one...
"A Spaniard turns to a friend in her hour of need"
It wouldn’t be long now. She knew. She made sure to sit up as much as she could. She tried so, so hard to walk and, with a stick, could make it to the nurse’s station. But, sometimes, she could...
"‘Loved and were loved, and now we lie...’"
Last thing I heard was the train’s whistle, shrill. The last thing I smelled was the smoke.Flushed and furrowed. She wore that dress again. Spun silk, hiding her. More hidden than when we met. More to hide.She writhes. Rise and fall....
"Because sometimes, you love the right person, at the wrong time."
How can I miss you when you aren’t mine to miss. A song brings back every memory of you. The feel of your hand, running through my hair, The way your lips felt against mine As you devoured me Memories flood my mind, I can see you standing...