Like a Moth…

Like a Moth…

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He had always felt drawn to her, a pulling that he couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame. He loved her hair, it was like silk under his fingers. He could spend hours running his fingers or a brush through her…

The Mower (Short Story)

The Mower (Short Story)

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“Excuses? You never have nothing but more pathetic fucking excuses!” His voice was rough, slurring from the alcohol, even though it was only one in the afternoon. Bobby backed from the room, heading for the shed where they kept the mower. He…

The Best Idea (Short Story)

The Best Idea (Short Story)

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“And why am I never told what occurs in my house?” Kyla demanded in a loud voice. She stomped across the hardwood floors, feeling ridiculous in her form fitted suit and stiletto heels. It was absurd that a professional woman should have…