What’s wrong with touching?

I’m at a social event and I touch a pretty young woman on her back. She bats my hand away so I grab her face and kiss her on the cheek. What’s her problem? Why is she upset? It’s affection? Does she hate affection? Sorry I’m so nice and loving! A man put his handContinue reading “What’s wrong with touching?”

The Politician

This is a piece of the same story as my previous short fiction post “The Protester” which I have updated. I’m playing around with timing. Right now, in the writing, this happens right after Mariah and crew begin their protest but in the world the story takes place in, about a week before. Please letContinue reading “The Politician”

I was a stripper

I was a mess at 22. It was a hard time. My twin brother had died, we’ll never know definitively how, at 19. In may of that year. I remember the day so clearly. The last day he was alive. I won’t get into it here but it was a catalyst for so many things.Continue reading “I was a stripper”

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