We’re watching a scary movie, but I’m not sure if I can keep from laughing. Without looking at me, he reaches his arms high over his head, yawns, and slowly lets one hand fall over my shoulder. It would be a cunning move… if he wasn’t 64 years old.
I have a little box I keep my secrets in. Mom’s on my bed, my little papers litter the pillow. She’s found a private picture of me and someone we both love. Why doesn’t she look surprised?
At the beginning of March, Erotica280 offered the word “kindness” as a writing prompt on Twitter. I submitted a micro-story and posted it on my blog here. Since then, I received a request for a longer version from a very special fan. The new, expanded story is now available to read for FREE at LitErotica.com […]