iWalden
I wake up to a dick in my brain. It’s the third time this week. The dick is hefty and hairy: I know it’s hefty because I accidentally left photo-mode on holograph.
My Fiction
We Wore Skirts
We wore blue skirts, short skirts, plaid skirts, blouses. We rode the subway through stares. We went to chapel, ran laps around Central Park.
In the Wake Of
She caught Stan coming out of the bathroom, one hand down his pants as he fumbled with his shirttails.
Smoldering
Fire billowed from the skyscraper, dissolving into the air. At first, I thought it was just that. A fire in a building.
