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Right place wrong time
"Are you coming tonight?" Kiesha finished applying her red sex me lipstick before turning in my direction. This was the twentieth time she asked was I coming with her tonight. "I wasn't planning on it." I responded as I scooted back on my bed until my back and headboard met. "Oh come on!" she begged, it'll be fun, when have I dragged you along anywhere and you didn't have fun?" She flopped down beside me and formed her mouth into a pout. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaassssseeeeee" don't make me beg she laughed. Instead of answering I asked, "what would I wear?" Kiesha shreiked and gave me a ...
Letters to Jonathan
15 November 1999Dear future husbandI find that it's amazing that i get to address you so. I'm certain that some day we'll be bound together as one. I only want to mention that I’m thinking that we've met before. I know who you are maybe more than I should know. I’ve seen you in some place where there’s no return to. I’ve seen you in places that yesterday yields and tomorrow holds, places where my thoughts like to dwell at night, places where I can only wish I'd remain. Meeting you in person was beyond special. I knew it when I saw you that somehow the universe had brought us together. The ver...
Sammy Not-So-Fast
Somehow in her 35 years of life, Penelope had never been in a police station before, let alone been given a ride in a cop car. She was disappointed that the officer had not activated his sirens or lights. He wasn’t even speeding. Could he not sense the urgency? This was an emergency. Her baby was missing! Penelope was grateful to the officer; however, as he did not make her sit in the back like a criminal. Penelope was a straight laced goody two shoes, and she wasn’t about to have her reputation thrown into the rumor mill. As she exited the passenger side of the vehicle her body turned into le...
The Good, the Bad, and the Dinner
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE DINNERGod and Satan sat at the dining table, facing each other.“Satan, good to see you. I’m glad you were able to make this year’s meeting.”“Thanks, God. Glad I could come. As you know, I’ve been super busy, what with COVID, and climate change, and well, the GOP. That’s a lot of pokers to keep in the fire, literally and figuratively.” Satan gave a little snort.“Nonetheless, Satan, I’m glad we’re www.onedoor.cchere.” God paused. “I’ve been fairly busy myself. What with the vaccine, and the fact that front-line workers are finally getting the recognition that they deserve. Plus, I’v...