Winston had been sleeping in his cousin Harley's basement for ten days, pretending to study for the pest control exam. Harley needed help at We Wack’em. Winston needed a job and a place to say—until his wife took him back, anyway.
The Sea of Tranquility
The Long Story
As she drives her dead husband’s car down Main Street, Caroline cannot bring herself to go home. She decides to loop through town again. The children are in bed, the baby is asleep. She’ll drive around a little longer.
Southern Humanities Review
He kept his hand on her, yearning for that married skin, pretending it wasn't a luxury.
Hayden’s Ferry Review
I had been thirteen for exactly two weeks when the spot appeared on my tongue. It was the size of a newborn's fist, ragged and pale--eerie as hell.
Steel Toe Review
She found the crumpled receipt in his favorite pair of jeans. Silk camisole, fishnet black, garter black, peep-toe pumps red.
No pool. No cable. No room service. And in the top drawer of the desk (where normal motels had Bibles), someone had left a big book called The Second Sex by some french lady. Just my luck. When I'm trying to expand our relationship and get the doctor to think of something besides sex, I find a kinky how-to manual.