• Fiction,  flash fiction

    Peppermint Kisses

    His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs.  His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside.  I got to look in his light blue eyes again.  He looked back at me intently, a smile…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Babe

    Babe, I wish I could call you babe. I feel it though, that tenderness than spills over my tongue and falls out at the end of a sentence. We don’t share that kind of intimacy. Clothes off, touching greedily; we…