by Richard Schiffman
When he called a month later,
I asked him how he was doing,
and he said, weeks of hell, weeks of hell.
And I nodded, though he couldn’t see me.
No doubt he nodded back (ruefully
I suppose) And that was that. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Kat Hausler
Chase has never seen Stella look so beautiful. Of course, she doesn’t usually wear much makeup at work, let alone anything that shows off her figure like that strapless gown. But more than that, today’s the end of an era. The day they both know they messed up.
Filed under Fiction
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