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Combination Block
My sixth grade hall locker haunts me in my nightmares. Of course, there’s a story behind that, and of course, it really has nothing to do with the locker itself. The stress of middle school began long before the first … Continue reading
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Afflictions of the Skin
I awoke from a dream of Walter. In the dream, it was beginning to rain and I ran from the barn holding a cat in my arms. Its pitiful cries of hunger howled in the wind. Walter had once taken a cat from my arms and I later found … Continue reading
Under The Hanging Tree
Imagination can offer at times thoughts more disturbing than anything it uses to create them. Sights a woman don’t need to see, John had said. The images preying on my mind as we rode toward the Hanging Tree were almost more than I could bear. … Continue reading
Blah, Blah, Blah…
So this is another Yay! post! I realize Blah, Blah, Blah… might seem like a funny title for a Yay! post, but really it’s very appropriate, because “blah” is about my third favorite word behind “stuff” and “grr!” and because what I … Continue reading
Between Two Trees
“You alright?” John asked. My lungs felt like someone was sticking me with pins and I struggled to breathe as if I had a big man’s weight collapsed atop me. My head cleared, and I remembered where I was. John had pulled me … Continue reading
Customer Satisfaction
Abbie’s book found a new home in my wardrobe. Aside from clothes, and the dainties that came with my boudoir, it was my only possession. The fact that I couldn’t read it meant nothing. It was as precious as the little … Continue reading
My Mother’s Daughter
It dawned on me as I dressed why my mother was always quiet when Daddy was around. Just like with William Andruss, you never knew what would set Daddy off. One thing I knew he didn’t abide was ignorance. If … Continue reading
The Price of a Flower
Sex is a funny thing. For some men, the conquest of it drives them the way a prod prompts a steer to stampede. But unlike the steer, these charging bulls crave a woman who belongs only to them. A man must … Continue reading
Comfort in Solitude
The Velvet Inn is a name that suggests plush accommodations. It was not such a place. Rather, it was an uncomfortable reminder of the hard times that had fallen upon the Willow Bend township following the Civil War. The air … Continue reading
The Nursemaid
Marie was a brunette with chubby cheeks and a full figure. She was just in her middle twenties, maybe about ten years older than I was. Her breasts were very large and I couldn’t help staring up at them from … Continue reading
