F for Success
Normally it was better to drop a class you were going to fail. But not this time. The redhead he liked was finally sitting next to him.
Normally it was better to drop a class you were going to fail. But not this time. The redhead he liked was finally sitting next to him.
Her days rolled easily with Dan, but her nights rocked with Bob. Last fall, her search ended when she found the perfect equinox with Roger.
I am my mother’s daughter, and her mother’s, and the mother’s before that. Daddy jokes I am the product of parthenogenesis. Daddy’s right.
She’d doll up and catch the 7:05 train to the city so that businessmen could ogle her. The return home was always lonely and full of tears.
Laundromat. Two mothers spew passionately about child-sized wrinkles. A look to me for an understanding nod. “No kids.” Guilty smile.
Dwarfed by the shadow of the monster, she silently spread her roots and trapped him. He kneeled before her and smiled.