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“I’m really glad you came, Jess.” “I had to,” she stated plainly. “Imagine what you’re apartment would look like without me. Your interior decorating skills suck!” I almost smiled. “You know what? I did the most important room by myself.” … Continue reading
“Better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie.” ~ Russian Proverb I hate the sight of blood. It makes me nauseous, so … Continue reading
I can’t really say we got arrested. We were nine years old. Well, Jessi was. You couldn’t handcuff a couple of girls our age anway. The cuffs would just fall off. But we ended up in the back seat of … Continue reading
“Good evening, folks, and welcome to Baptism by Jeff’s Mouth!” Jessi announced. I sat back to enjoy the ride. Jessi isn’t one for a lot of words, but when they come, it’s usually worth the price of admission. “What’s that … Continue reading
The July sun beat down on Annie’s black dress, baking her into drowsiness as she read. The Z’s ever-still, glassy-smooth surface trickled in tiny whispers against the dock beneath her, offering the promise of cool, wet relief from the summer … Continue reading
The only time Jessi ever stayed over at my house, it was for a whole weekend. It was actually the only time I ever had a friend stay the night. Jessi was seven and I was almost. Her parents were out of town; her … Continue reading
One of the few places Daddy allowed me to spend the night was the campground at the Z. Jessi and I always told him it was the two of us alone. Sometimes Missy went too. Sometimes Jeff and some of … Continue reading
I wrote my name upon a wall and left it there to stay a salty tongue licked patiently while no one watched it fade away Jessi and I lay side-by-side on the beach staring out over the calm surface of … Continue reading
“What are you doing?” Jessi asked. I let the rest of the sand trickle slowly through my fingers and turned to look quietly at her. Her cheeks were drawn up by a squint hidden beneath a pair of white Hollywood Ray-Bans. … Continue reading