• Short Fiction

    The first four months

    She woke up to the sensation of his fingertips gently stroking her throat as she slept. His closeness bred both panic and comfort, a reaction that had kept them both on their toes…

  • Short Fiction

    “Use me.”

    He kneels in front of me before the mirror as he was told, his perfect cheeks are pressed into his heels, the dimples in the small of his back are dramatically shadowed in…

  • Short Fiction

    Begging

    I don’t realize how heavy my sigh is, how slumped my shoulders are. It’s been a long week and I’m grateful to not have plans on a Friday night, glad to be in…

  • Short Fiction

    African Violet – Part 1

    The record circles under her hand, steady revolutions, glossy vinyl spinning. The speakers crackle as her fingertips drop the needle. It catches the groove and rides. Slowly the room fills with sound. Miles…