We are in Tangle. Fierce, heat and sweat and pumping blood. Skin singing, fingertips tracing jawline and collarbone and pelvis, easing, deep breaths, slow and
more loveSeptember 3 Dear Diary: I cannot believe that I am doing this. It seems like such a 12-year-old girl thing to do – Dear Diary
more loveRay Martin lay prone on the shag carpet of his living room and waited for the Japanese army to move in on him. Outside, the
more loveAfter you called, I put the tea kettle on and sat in the kitchen. I like watching the steam curl up, slender and sinewy, from
more loveMy mother hadn’t spoken to me since she woke me up at eight. “Wake up,” she’d said. “It’s time.” Then she closed the door to
more loveShe was halfway into her seat before he looked up from his phone. “Hello, Frank. They’ve changed the name of the restaurant. Antoine’s now.”
more love“Who’s Dick?” “What? What dick?” “No, Who’s Dick.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Whose dick?” “Just listen to what I’m saying. Who. Is.
more loveI sigh, frustrated as I lay on my bed in the semi-darkness, the light from my phone illuminating my face showing to anyone who might
more loveShe said she used coffee grounds to fertilize her plants. “Really?” I said. “Coffee grounds,” she said, “Here, want a sniff?” She thrust a
more loveHis arm still aches when the air is cold. The shoulder tightens, the muscles tense as though they still have a job to do.
more loveBetty Brookstone and her ladies had been crowing about their new trainer, and their cult-like adulation of this man irritated me. Like many in
more love“What are you doing out here?” she asks, standing in the doorway of the shed. She is backlit, but he does not need good
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