Morris barely waits until the mother is out of earshot. “That lady say her pretty daughter offed herself,” he tells us.Read More
“Yeah, I found him,” I said flatly. “Actually, my dog found him. So maybe you should talk to him.”Read More
“So—what brings you to Nashville, Bruce? Other than its charming, laid-back people?”Read More
They all look down at Mr. Darcy. He stares back, cocking his head at an angle.
‘He’s a lot smarter than he looks, I guess.’Read More
One mild, early March morning when it felt and almost began to smell like spring, she asked if she could kiss him.Read More
We left together in Brett’s car, with Roxie and Fred, and headed to his house. The chaos at the dog park had added depth to our relationship.Read More
Only once was there the mildest evidence that our household was to blame for a feline disappearance. Never enough to sully my husband’s good name forever. Cats disappear every day. It’s Ireland! They could fall in a puddle and drown.Read More
He’s sexier than Idris Elba. Check out his chocolate chiseled jawline, perfectly peppered with unshaven stubble. His biceps slightly bulging beneath his leather jacket. His lips full and completely kissable.Read More
Rudolf still hadn’t reappeared by the time the pizza came. I started to worry about how much spicy curry he had eaten. It didn’t seem like a particularly healthy dinner for a cat.Read More
Get a rope, get an ax, and listen to the senile old lady who isn't so crazy after all.
Those who've been through it know a hurricane is coming when the air feels tropical.Read More
“Three years is a long time to be dating with no ring, if you ask me,” I leaned in, taking her hands in mine.Read More
She must have stepped onto the crossing just then.. Oh, God, can you believe that – late for a meeting? How fucking stupid. When that cop comes back, I’m turning myself in. I don’t care what happens to me.Read More
Synopsis: A troubled woman discusses where her life went wrong, and if there’s any hope in resolving it, with her younger and older self.
Logline: The only person worth fighting with is yourself.Read More
She never told him about these dreams. She knew he would laugh at her. And anyway, these were never direct forecasts of what was to come. The dreams never involved him. She was always alone in them.Read More
I love when we snuggle.
So do I. You’re my one and only!
After we snuggle, will you comb my hair?Read More
We're going in circles, Charles. We have to settle this. I didn't mean to turn our anniversary into a referendum on our marriage. But the question remains, why’d you have to gawk at the hostess who seated us?Read More
When the couples lay silent and still, allowing their bodies to be fried by the sun and heat, Chester ate bean sprout and tuna sandwiches and drank ice cold bottled water. He watched the woman who swam alone as she gently glided back and forth across the choppy water.Read More
I pictured the shimmering beads, my mother’s rosary, lying at the bottom of the airplane’s bin. Wrapped in half eaten sandwiches, pretzel wrappers, bound for some dumpsite on the outskirts of Vienna.Read More
Alicia stood in front of the mirror, putting a gold chain around her bare neck. Her strapless violet dress revealed cleavage, and her dark areola showed faintly. She struggled with the clasp, so of course I helped. I stood behind her, and we were still the same height. I loved Alicia.Read More
When he listened, he listened intensely. I finished the recapitulation with my lifelong excitement to come to New Orleans. I told him I was a writer and that New Orleans had captivated me: the energy of it, the utter happiness of its residents, the musical nature of it all.Read More