Dear Boy,   I’ve been thinking about you today. Missing you, wondering if I have crossed your mind. It’s time for me to be sleeping, but instead time ticks on my fingers until the next time I get to see you. Do you think of me too?   Lying on this bed, spread out on burgundy sheets, tangled waves of brown hair fanned above me, my hand has strayed to my silky panties. Thinking of you. Of what it's like to have you here. My...

Pink light pushed against the white cafè curtains of the frame farmhouse. Through the windows, the dark-haired girl was visible as she entered the little kitchen. A modern, sleek coffee maker, out of time with the rest of the appliances, stood on the counter beside the ancient stove. Coffee grounds were scoped from a plastic bin and poured into the white crinkled filter. Trickle of coffee into the pot, while the girl reac...

Dust particles floated in the sunbeam that cascaded through the small window. “Terry’s Cleaning” stretched with the dark blue shirt as the wearer stooped and shifted boxes that had sat undisturbed for decades, transferring them down small stairs that protested under the use. At the bottom of the stairs, a dark haired girl opened them. Some of the dusty boxes went to a large room to await further judgement, and some out by...