Taste of the Bitter Herb
"You want me to hold your life in my hands?"
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"You want me to hold your life in my hands?"
I woke up on the floor of an engine room, which is not a sentence I ever expected to type, let alone live.
We got married a year ago, when I was twenty-three and Lori was twenty-four, and then we spent almost the whole first year of it living in…
Sue here, forty-two, landscaper, hands like sandpaper no matter how much lotion I buy.
Tia was thirty-four years old, and she was bored out of her skull, which was the only reason she said yes to any of this.
The bus stopped and the driver said, "Terminal Four," and Carson and I just sat there like idiots because that was not our terminal.
Bradly Leeds climbed the ladder to the police station roof at midnight, same as he did three or four nights a week when the desk was slow…
I was twenty-three that summer and I had a job inspecting bridges along the coast road, which sounds more interesting than it was.
The elevator in Shirley's building had a mirror in it, and I made the mistake of looking into it on the ride up.
Penelope Boone is forty-three years old and she has never loved a job this much in her whole life, and the funny part is the job is mixing…
The brasserie on Rue des Trois Rois had maybe nine tables and a ceiling fan that spun like it resented its job.
I came home early on a Thursday.
Right off, I wasn't stalking anybody.
*This story was born from a fantasy of summer heat and accidental intimacy...
Ten years.