It was love at first sight. They were both peering at the same framed card. Continue Reading Greetings from the Fat Man in Postcards
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Since he’d met her three weeks ago, each day was brightened by the sustained fantasy of making love to her….. Continue Reading Not Exactly Faithful
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When he received the early-morning report of a vandalism incident in Springmeadow, he thought that the target must have been the new casino, or one of the city’s seedy downtown ...
But then he woke up. At 7am, before the alarm went off. He reached over to pre-emptively switch it off. It was dark outside. And it was cold, because it ...
The room went dark but for the light falling soft into the room and softer down the hallway from the bare bulb of the entry, the arch hiding the bulb ...
A steamy communication thread between lovers that is perhaps online, perhaps in person. Continue Reading Meter
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On that rainy night, it might have started with your anger, but it sure ended with the last thing you didn’t see: the oncoming headlights. Continue Reading ...
The truth of the matter was inescapable: he was a perfect prize lunatic, a star pupil at the asylum; either that, or the travails of his present situation had provided ...
I was sitting at my computer when I saw him…or it! He was lying under the spare cot I have for visitors. Continue Reading The Fishman
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I looked out the taxi window at the pouring rain. Monsoon season was never fun. We always came to India in the winter so as to avoid the scorching summer ...
I forgot I loved my best friend, but I did. Continue Reading Lost
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I hate the feeling I get when I listen to old songs and remember why I became tired of them. A playlist called “Hearts” or “Walking” or “Running.” It didn’t ...
A story about the excitement that is created by connecting with someone and the open road of possibilities. Continue Reading Beggar’s Bowl
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So perhaps it’s not me, Perhaps it’s the universe that has brought me here to this dripping bench. Continue Reading Celeste is Best
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The last time I’d come to Kathmandu was more than 20 years ago. I fell in love there for the first and last time ever, I’d loved and fallen since, ...
It used to happen a lot. There’s one time I particularly remember, when we were living in Salford. The rain was coming down heavy, and I was waiting at the ...
The verandah was surrounded by paw paw trees, banana plants, frangipani – a creamy flower dropped to the ground and it’s perfume floated in the humidity. Thirty degrees. It created ...
My wife, Maria, tells me I need a hobby. I tell her training is tiring. I tell her lies. I let things get uncomfortable. We don’t have sex nearer to ...
The consequences of rule-breaking had always preyed on his most colourful anxieties. Continue Reading Do Not Climb
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