I wasn't listening to Simon when he told me about our aunt. He was twelve at the time. With a whisk, I shushed his deepening voice behind the wall o...Read more

" I wish he never pulled the trigger," she whispers, rocking a wooden chair. In her arms is a wooden doll, and on her face is the shadow from a set...Read more

Breath hitched and ragged, she grabbed the pillow and tossed it at him. His breathing, heavy, chest, pounding and lust aflame, he pulled her legs ap...Read more