Category Archives: Fiction

Laurel continued to love that bed after she stopped loving Tom. But the mattress failed a year later, exactly when she put the house on the market. She had to empty it of water and fill the frame with pillows … Continue reading →

Laurel disliked her childhood bed. She was one of those kids who never needed to sleep much, and her mother was one of those parents who believed in a child’s bedtime for the parents more than for the child, so … Continue reading →

Doug and Charles were completely different, was El’s first idea when she considered the question. One was a hippie and the other was straight about everything but sex. One was a lefty liberal and the other voted Republican. One was … Continue reading →

She had married for the first time a year after college. Doug had been her closest friend, and five years of their ten were good. They tried grad school, started their first real jobs, bought their house, birthed their three … Continue reading →

El was thinking about her brother’s love life while she exercised. She should have been focusing on the warm-up portion of the program that was playing in front of her. If she was thinking at all, it should have been … Continue reading →

Tracy enters the office after James ends the call from Gus. She closes the door and leans against it. Her skirts aren’t as short as they were before the event, but she still shows a shapely leg, knee-down. “The Giannis … Continue reading →

Hannah hates hot feet, so she often moves barefoot around their house. And she moves quickly. Every year or so, she clips the little toe of her left foot on a table leg or other furniture. Maybe she breaks the … Continue reading →