Monthly Archives: September 2013

It isn’t pretty, acknowledging an old cow elephant, but there’s huge relief when it’s over. By the time Sandy confronts Jill, a week has passed and the matter has gone from shades of elephant gray to crisp black-and-white. She knows … Continue reading →

Two days later, Rick and Sandy spent a rare hour in post-coital conversation. Usually they had no time; at fifty-nine Rick was finally uxorious, home by seven most nights. Usually they had no place; Rick wasn’t rich and Sandy still … Continue reading →

There’s an elephant in the living room. Invisible to all except Sandy and Jill, a big old pachyderm is standing on the golden oak floor. It’s a lonely cow elephant. She’s been awaiting acknowledgment for twenty slow years. She made … Continue reading →

Laura found Bonita exotic but Nancy kind of liked Chula Vista. Laura’s house was close to the school and felt almost metropolitan with traffic. Her brothers were younger and didn’t bait them like David did. Her parents rarely fought. But … Continue reading →

Nancy and Laura were nasty little girls, and they developed into nasty teens. Laura figured out how to masturbate when she was four. That’s when her hand explored her groin deliberately, that’s when she recalled the sight in the pediatrician’s … Continue reading →