You Can Trust Me

by JP “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quietly. She paused, blinked; registered that I had interrupted her. Something flashed across her expression--irritation? But she smiled warmly and pulled me closer to her, dispelling the thought. I felt a pang of guilt. “I-I’m sorry….” My lip quivered, and I looked away. “Oh, … Continue reading You Can Trust Me

Sunday, 6pm

by Ola Faleti "I don't want to talk about it." "Yes, you do. You have that stupid grin all over your face." "I think I love her." "Really?" "Nah, but her tongue is incredible." "You bastard." "She told me she could knot a cherry stem in her mouth." "Mmm hmm." "I believe it." "You shacking … Continue reading Sunday, 6pm