I’m thirty years removed from being the smallest guy on my varsity hockey team. My teenagers call me “old man”. The kid was more like a linebacker. He was maybe seventeen, too young to be in the bar, drunk and … Continue reading →
Well, at least the sex was pretty good, thought Danna. Not rock-em/sock-em, but it left a smile on my face. She didn’t say anything, though. Her brother Rayan was in the middle of another tirade on her loose morals, weak … Continue reading →
My darling General; I know you don’t like it when I call you that, but sometimes I can’t help myself. When I see you all dressed up in your “uniform”, or I look at your photo – so very handsome, … Continue reading →
This is the first in a series of short stories. Similar in some ways to the “Lives” series, my short stories are intended to be more fictionalized, but I hope just as real.
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