The Last Blueprint
My name is Douglas Pike, I'm sixty-two years old, and I should probably start with the last time I touched my wife, because that's where…
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My name is Douglas Pike, I'm sixty-two years old, and I should probably start with the last time I touched my wife, because that's where…
My name is Meredith, I am 62 years old, and I own a small contemporary gallery downtown in the arts district.
*This one came from thinking about how close suburban living can make strangers feel like family.
The house was too quiet.
*This one came from wanting to write something playful and hot without any angsty betrayal, just a wife reminding everyone she's the one.
The pie auction happens every February at the Shady Rest Motel, out at the edge of the sheep country, and I have been going to it for the…
I'd been looking forward to that Friday all week, and I will state that plainly before anything else gets complicated.
I was hip deep in muck and misery, shoveling the barn, when I heard Lynette's truck.
Destiny parked her old Honda behind the salvage yard at six in the evening and sat there for a minute with her hands on the wheel.
I'd been driving since noon and the SUV was wearing a coat of dust you could write your name in, so by the time the ranch gate came up out…
We came to Pelican Shores on a Friday in late October, me and Albert, three years married and both of us twenty-eight going on…
Lara stood at the bar of the Blue Heron with her second gin and tonic getting warm in her hand, and she was doing the thing she hated…
The motel room in Lubbock had that particular quiet that only chain hotels can manage, the kind where the air conditioner hums at exactly…
Okay, so let me tell you how I ended up kissing a total stranger on a cold beach in September, because honestly I still can't quite…
Daniel drove the whole way with his jaw set like a man chewing on a grudge, which, to be fair, he was.
I was twenty-nine years old last July, and I spent one whole afternoon in the back of a bowling alley buffing a pin with a rag.
Dina told me about Carla on our third date, back when she was twenty-one and I was twenty-two, and I have thought about that story more…
Max was fifty-four years old and he gave massages for a living.
The heat that July was the kind that made the whole city feel like it was holding its breath, and I came up the stairs of our bungalow at…
My name is Herbert Lincoln, I'm 44 years old, and I want to tell you about the strangest thing I ever did out of love.
The Oak Crossing, Field of Orchard, Quartz Pen, Sundown Island