The Invisible Woman wore a Red Dress
The invisible woman wore a red dress. Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red. Worn like a secret, a threat to suppress. A code to decipher. A natural mess. Was she…
The invisible woman wore a red dress. Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red. Worn like a secret, a threat to suppress. A code to decipher. A natural mess. Was she…
The needle poked her again. Clumsy fingers, Princess Alena cursed. She stuck her salty index finger in her mouth and sucked. “Gently... gently...” said…
Time was her friend. She danced. She spun on bare feet on the thin beam in the gym. Kicked legs high on a stage filled with light. Faced the fear of the vault…
We settled quickly into a relationship without knowing each other. The tension creeping into our nights like a rash. The new house nestled in the woods would…
The elevator doors opened, and Sofia started to step into it. The two women already standing in it glared at her, as if she had just slapped them in the face…
I woke up mostly naked in front of the Platform 9 3/4 tourist spot at King’s Cross Station in London, England. I say “mostly” naked because for for some lucky…
You’re beautiful. Who, you ask? You! Turn off your television. Turn off the radio. Turn away from the advertisements. You’re more beautiful than you know. Who…
What it took was not a great deal of effort. The real problem came in the form of Doreen, their raven haired designated killer of anything resembling fun. I…
She caught a glimpse of the deep red bodice of her dress in the reflective glass of the door as she entered the chic restaurant. The woman in the black…
“What do you do for work again?” I’ve always hated it when my dates ask this. “I work for the State department.” The dumb ones don’t realize that’s the federal…
“Ben?” Came my wife’s voice, penetrating the silence that had worked so hard to bring the colorful world of the novel I was reading to life. I reflexively…
“When will you have one of your own?” she asks me. We’re gathered around the pastel-covered table in the conference room, the third shower this year. Several…
I like this girl’s nose. It’s kinda-sorta bulbous at the end. Starts poking up at the middle of the bridge, and practically curves upward at the tip. It’s just…
Fear’s house is second on my Meals-on-Wheels route. She lives just two doors down from Hope. I wish they’d talk to each other -- they have a lot more in common…
They get the short end of the stick. They get shafted. They get the raw end of the deal. They take it on the chin. They take a licking and keep on ticking…
Honky tonk women are so hard to find. Not because there aren’t many around. And not because they are limited to one location. It’s because nobody seems to now…