Stories tagged “infidelity”
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Jim and Jenny
“I am not a liar!” he yelled, feigning incredulity. “Then explain this,” she said, putting her hand in her pocket. “What? Explain WHAT?!” Jim said. “I told you, HONEY, I would never lie to you.” “&#...
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Gathering a little moss
I woke up in Fezia. That surprised me, for I had slept, shivering in the lee of my dead horse, in the certain knowledge that my travelling days had come to and abrupt and unfortunate ending. My room was carved directly from the native rock, with a seam...
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A Run of Bad Luck
My dad didn’t admit it to me until my 40th, but by then I’d already figured it out. I mean, come on — that kind of bad luck is no coincidence, even though I’d tried for a damn long time to write it off that way. 5th birthday. My...
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Fidelity (or lack thereof)
Irritation rose in my chest, “I do have a name you know.” He gave me a look, “Yeah, do I care?” Then we were silent. “You do realize you’re the reason I had to marry your mother, correct?” This is what I didn&#...
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Disease
So let me just say that the woman on the couch with her tongue down my dad’s throat was nothing like my mother. She had straggely oily blonde hair and a muffin top from trying to squeeze herself into what looked to be clothes from American Eagle ...
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A year ago
When the baby was four months old, it turned out that the late nights at work weren’t really late nights at work. And that the jokes about Soho hookers weren’t really jokes. There was nothing left to say after that, just a plane ticket to b...
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Illicit Love in a Time of Knights
“I’m not built for this,” he says. “Oh we both know how your built,” she teases, tugging at the belt he’s trying to pull back up. “You know what I mean,” he chides, though she knows the comment felt good ...
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What It Could Be
Half-drunk and wholely-stoned Darren fumbled with the lock. He paused to scratch indecently, not that any of the neighbors gave a crap at 2 AM. Who gave a crap about anything at this hour, he thought to himself. Shrugging off the suspicion that the itc...
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Inside/Outside
She was short, and insane, and her tongue was like a big dark snake in his mouth. She writhed under him, her denim-sheathed legs locked on his back. Each fruitless thrust was met with a groan of lust, or frustration. Or some ill-spawned, guttural child...
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Friends/Lovers
He chain-smoked his Camels while he waited in the church parking lot. She came out and she was tall and brown, like always, and her face was peppered with freckles and intellect, and what could he do? He was leaning against her car door trying to look ...
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Out of Her League
“Alda!” Lady Imme scurried to catch up with the older woman. Alda sighed vexedly. Opportunistic and a rumor-monger, Lady Imme was a threat to everyone around her. “What is it child?” Alda asked. The young woman pouted at being c...
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False Gods
I plop down under the oak that used to bear my mother’s silhouette, back when Dad and I threw the ball after Sunday morning mass. Youthful watercolors streak across the sky. The park pulses. The wind offers some rhythmic relief a midst the stagnant h...