If I Say I Do

Brad watched his friends cluster around Pat, the man blushing a little as they ribbed him. Another around of beers appeared supplied by the waitress. The way the guys all followed the sway of her hips made Brad chuckle. Not that he could blame them, the skirt she wore barely covered her bottom which jiggled …

Now

They call me easy. Lower case ‘e’ and filled with all the implications that word implies. A derogatory term meant to shame me for the way my legs divide. I make fools of their shame because I own it. I own my easy ways. Easy in the way I lift my hips. The judgment pouring …

Where to begin

I’m working on Hunter’s Gazelle. If you don’t remember that story, don’t worry. It’s one of two I promised myself I’d either edit or finish on my 30 before 30 list so I haven’t talked about it in a while. My thoughts are on beginnings. What makes a good beginning for a story? The first …