"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
"How can you just stand there and ignore what is happening between us? You don't know what I've been going through!" I shout at her. "You, you, you, how could you do this to me?" Numerous cars drive by on the city streets. A commercial plane passes overhead. She stands in front of me. She …
We met there, again, the other night. She made eye contact with me and bit her lip. Standard first steps of seduction, I think, but if she did not do it then I would have complained. She combed her hands through her hair, ran them over her chest, and dangled them at her hips. Her …
Life as a writer starts with a blank page. I let my fingers rattle the top of the computer keys without actually hitting them. I close my eyes and disappear for a minute or two. I have to ask myself the following questions before me and you embark on our journey together: Where do we …
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