Secrets by Sherrie Flick
This is the way it happened: Robbie jumped out of the hayloft and hit his head.
This is the way it happened: Robbie jumped out of the hayloft and hit his head.
“What are you thinking?” her husband asked her. In their twenty years of marriage he had never asked her that.
Whiskery tub of muscle with flicks of spit and slime shot from spotted tongue and slick pink dick.
The Modern Man came off the mountain and started tussling. He tussled the local farmers, then the villagers, then the vagabonds.
I was either a bad reflection on my parents or their one true likeness. But my own kids?