The Mini Golf Cuckold
Let me tell you how it started, because it started with a sandwich board, of all things.
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Let me tell you how it started, because it started with a sandwich board, of all things.
Dwayne had never been up a dirt road this rough in his life.
The roastery smelled like burnt sugar and fresh beans when we walked in, and I stood there for a second just breathing it in, because…
The note showed up on a Tuesday, folded twice and stuck under the windshield wiper of my Corolla.
*This is a warm, nostalgic little story about two friends who find a moment of fun without messing up their real lives.
I was halfway through a box of estate jewelry when Karina started reading out loud from the couch.
*This one is for anyone who ever wondered what happens when the fantasy meets the oil-stained floor.
I woke up on my fifty-third birthday before the alarm went off, which felt like the universe rubbing it in somehow, and I lay there in the…
My name is Joshua, I'm thirty-five, and I've been married eleven years to a woman who shagged a bloke from her office two years ago.
The Willow Creek Farmers Market always affected me.
*This story came from wanting to write something blunt about wanting and the way desire can crack open a life that's gone quiet.
I walked into The Rusty Tap at 8:42 on a Tuesday night in late October, and I know it was 8:42 because I checked my phone on the sidewalk…
*This one's for everyone who ever wondered what would've happened if you'd said yes to that late-night invitation.
The house is too quiet.
I was twenty-four years old and I was storming through the crew break room at Midlands Regional like a woman with a grudge and a legal case.
My husband Andre has been deployed since March, and by October I was going a little strange in the head.
The trolley barn sits on the edge of Larkwood like an old man at a party, and I've been trimming the hedges along its north wall every…
*This one came from thinking about how debts between old friends can get very interesting when there's chemistry that never got resolved.
I turned forty-four in March and nobody remembered except Cassy and the dental office, which sent me a card with a cartoon molar on it.
The letter had been sitting in Lillian's sewing basket for who knows how long, buried under a mess of bias tape and spare buttons like it…
The Oak Crossing, Field of Orchard, Quartz Pen, Sundown Island