***Read the previous episode of Tom and Shelly here*** “I just can’t remember…” her voice trailed off, chasing the breeze. Tom did a golden retriever head-tilt. “You remember at least a bit, or you wouldn’t be this scared.” He watched as something subtle vacated Shelley’s face, a part of her retreating from his statement of … Continue reading »
And… break. Wait for it. Feel his breath in his splayed fingers across the small of my back. Relax the taut, feel the floor, hear the music in the space in between. Smallest guidance. Barely there movement. Hint of a shift, my weightlessness in his arms. Repeat, repeat, repeat. The tap tap tap on the … Continue reading »
Tears from him. In that hotel room, in the dark. Unmanning me. “I can’t… just can’t!” His voice pleaded, pulling the sheets up, aborting the moment. Me, Munsch’s Scream, silent, gaping. Not breathing. Pulse frenetic. I couldn’t hear. Something about another girl, no — a woman. Another woman. He loved us both. She in Ohio, … Continue reading »
