Climax by Traci Skuce
Marilyn is in her office, on the floor, yoga mat spread beneath her, engaging her psoas.
30-Minute Backrub in Chinatown by David Galef
The waist-high table is narrow as a cot in a child’s room, your arms dangling on either side, head cushioned in a soft hole fringed by a paper towel like a doily over a well.
Playing Pretend by Jacalyn Eis
You see him watching her – the dapper little boy dressed like a pre-school banker, in his navy blazer, a blue bow tie, and his blond hair combed smoothly to the side.
On Her Finger by Jason Jackson
You’d been watching him sleep, his head resting on his arms at the table, but now he was unfolding himself like some sun-woken, hibernating creature.
A Lamb at the Dinner Table by Robert Scotellaro
Ben was back. Anew. Which was something of an oxymoron, but he was back dating again, and he was a new man.