It’s easier than you may imagine to locate and pick up a prostitute. In the digital age, so many services have been expedited, convenience the ruling principle, and the same can be said about the world’s oldest profession. Continue reading “Imitates Art (Pt. 6)”
I park in my normal spot at the hospital and walk the short distance to visitor parking. I scan the area for Robin and I see her walking between two cars. She stops, looking around quickly, before kneeling and doing something to one of the vehicle’s tire. I hear a hissing sound whiz through the night as I head in her direction. Continue reading “Terminal (Pt. 7)”
“So, did you fuck her?” Philip asked, the light of the fire casting flickering shadows over his face. He looked like a child awaiting the ending of a campfire story; simultaneously eager and hesitant to hear the conclusion of Michael’s tale. Continue reading “Gentleman’s Game (Pt. 1)”
“So what’s the deal?” Christine asks before taking another hefty gulp of her margarita.
“You’re a lush,” Julie says playfully, pointing to the nearly empty class.
Christine sets it down on the bar before responding, “and you’re avoiding my question.” Continue reading “Suicide Jack (Pt. 3)”