The Mechanic
She was lying under a blue Honda and grasped onto the shaft of the steel tool she used on the car a client was to pick up in a few hours. It was a...
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Your Touch
I stepped out of the bathroom and there you were. Waiting for me. The towel on my head moved slightly to the side when you kissed my forehead. A string of wet hair escaped...
The Flower Shop Window
His hand is pushing my face against the window of the flower shop. The cold glass and my skin are glued together. I can smell yesterday’s roses and tulips. My breath leaves a dew...
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