The Photographer and the Muse- Conclusion
“Hi, Lauren,” I said. “Your husband borrowed me.” “I see that,” she said, smiling. “And you are?” “My name is Ashlee; I love your work.” “I’m glad. You’ll make a lovely addition to our gallery,” she replied and again lifted her camera. With that, her husband –...The Photographer and the Muse-Part 1
“C’mon, please? I don’t know the owners at all, but I’m dying to see the house.” My friend Sophie was trying to talk me into going to a gathering in the Hollywood Hills at a house designed by her architecture professor. Sharp lines and right angles aren’t really my...The Perfect Give and Take
I’ve been thinking about the dynamic between us lately. Sometimes I feel like I preside over our relationship and that you are content being passive and a bit more yielding. Other times it’s reversed, and you take more of an assertive stance. Yet, these opposing roles...Hot August Nights
Sweet cinnamon lingers on my tongue as I walk along the dark asphalt that’s still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel the water beneath my toes as they push forward in my stilettos; the leather is damp, and I can feel it beginning to stretch. The...It’s a Win-Win Situation
It’s very early Saturday morning; the sun hasn’t even come up yet when you are awoken by a knock at your door. Who in the world could be at your door at this hour, you wondered. You have no idea what to expect as you sleepily shuffle to the door. When you open the...Your Party Favor
When you first laid eyes on me your tongue hung out of your mouth. You knew you were caught staring when I made eye contact, but you didn’t flinch and you couldn’t look away. Normally I interpret this as creepiness, but I could see from how mesmerized you were that...I Am Your Respite
It’s just another weeknight. You’re on the couch, watching television; your wife is sitting next to you sinking her jaws into another pile of calories. She used to seem genteel and decorous as she delicately placed each small forkful of food in her mouth. Now she...When the reward outweighs the Risk- Conclusion
…And waiting. It became pleasurably agonizing, hoping every time I heard a tiny sound in the hallway it would be him approaching. I would get excited, and then mellow out again when I realized it was just my imagination. When he did at last come, I didn’t even hear...When the Reward Outweighs the Risk- Part 1
“Blood, Sex, and Death” were the three things Mr. Atkins taught were part of every Gothic horror novel. He was the high school English teacher who I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes lingered on yours truly when he mentioned the key...
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