He was attractive in a rugged, older sort of way. I think I heard someone say he was twenty-six. I wore my cutest red top the next day, the one that shows off my chest without being slutty.
Month: April 2013
What The Murderer Had Left by Bahri Gordebak
It was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and sat down at one of the tables.
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
On Layers by Ron Singer
A Fool’s Game by Michael Karpienski
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Divided By Shannon Eden
The pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock waves that rock her to her knees, months too soon in its arrival for the welcome to be a warm one.