Demolition of the Heart
I was fifty-two years old, divorced almost six months, and I was standing in the gravel driveway of a dead man's house with a clipboard I…
Stories in Erotic Couplings tagged dark and intense, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 17 to 21 minutes. Writers to know: The Rowan Anchor, The Smoke Record and The Raven Lodge. Readers usually start with “Demolition of the Heart” and “The Thursday Woman”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I was fifty-two years old, divorced almost six months, and I was standing in the gravel driveway of a dead man's house with a clipboard I…
The night shift at a desert motel teaches a man two things.
The divorce papers came through two weeks ago on a Tuesday, and I was on a train to Gafuriysky District by Friday.
I walked into The Rusty Spur at seven forty on a Friday night and I knew before the door closed behind me that something was off.
The cab dropped me at the corner of Delancey and 9th at 9:40 on a Wednesday night.
I moved to town in March, and for the first couple weeks I mostly unpacked and found the grocery store.
Kurt had been spinning records on the MV Celestial Dawn for eleven years, and if he never heard another drunk accountant request "Sweet…
I boarded the Starboard Queen on a Tuesday afternoon with a duffel bag and a printout of my reservation, because I don't trust phones on…
Okay, so here's how it started.
Craig here.
I woke up at dawn in a bed that wasn't mine, with my shirt missing and one sock on and one sock off, and for a good thirty seconds I had…
The apartment I rent has good light and bad acoustics, and by that I mean the walls don't do anything to help you.
I met Vera at twenty-one, in a community ceramics class held in a church basement that smelled like wet clay and old coffee.
Alicia was forty minutes from closing when the door stuck in its usual way and then swung in, letting a slab of humid August air into The…
I carried the steel table down the stairs one careful step at a time, because the stairs in that basement were narrow as a coffin and had…
Isla Lund was thirty-four years old, and she had lied on the rental application twice.
I hadn't set foot on the Atlantic Star in three years, and the bastard still recognized me.
The paint smell is the first thing anybody notices about unit 2B, and I always apologize for it, which is a weird thing for a realtor to…