Lavender by Adam Lock
He wakes to the room spinning, a full bladder, and the scent of lavender.
He wakes to the room spinning, a full bladder, and the scent of lavender.
When asked what room they wanted—seaside, garden view, “How about a view of the mountains? Very popular, the mountains.
I had the ring. All I had to do was stand there and put it on Deb’s finger. But when the day finally came, I knew I wasn’t ready.
None of the women could recall when the lobster first appeared, his large claws clacking against the floor as he folded his laundry along with the rest of them.
I keep waiting for good news. But no one calls. No one knocks on the door. Maybe tomorrow.