“I don’t know, I just can’t picture you in Paris,” she noted with her usual tinge of passive aggressiveness. That… Read more Picture This
Category: Short Story
The Curse of the Short-Legged Dog and the Long-Legged Owner
He was not Percival’s–that’s what Andrew had cruelly decided to change his name to–first choice. Nor was Percival the first… Read more The Curse of the Short-Legged Dog and the Long-Legged Owner
Une Demande de Photo
He had but one task. As usual, he couldn’t help but fuck it up, fall slightly into a metaphorical K-hole… Read more Une Demande de Photo
Alone, Together at the Aparthotel
Something in her knew it was going to be ill-advised to leave the arrangements for the lodging to Lucien. It… Read more Alone, Together at the Aparthotel
Too Much Flannel Becomes Beige
It was one of those peak Brooklyn moments, she supposed, entering some Puerto Rican-run shoe repair store that was actually… Read more Too Much Flannel Becomes Beige
The Plume Protector
He was adamant, nay, obsessed with pens. It was the one thing in his life that he needed–absolutely had to–have… Read more The Plume Protector
The Sounding Board
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. No one wants to hear you talk, you irrelevant old… Read more The Sounding Board
And I You
It was something she had always heard said, though she couldn’t remember where or from who anymore. That if someone… Read more And I You
I Hug My Sexual Assaulter Like It’s Nothing
I hug my sexual assaulter like it’s nothing. It is he, in fact, who acts skittish about “making nice” in… Read more I Hug My Sexual Assaulter Like It’s Nothing
Maison de Victor Hugo
You never particularly liked Victor Hugo. Thought he was too “grandiose” in his maudlinness. Though you had to admit there… Read more Maison de Victor Hugo
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