“We must leave.” Christóforos trembled, holding the dragon’s head between his hands. That was a hard enough task in itself, truth be told, considering just how much larger than him the dragon was. Although he had cared for Re for many years – it had to be going on fifteen years by that point in his life – it was still a surprise to him, sometimes, just how much larger the dragon was than him. The size of a large draft hor...

I've got to get rid of her,' Rick's thoughts were elsewhere, desperately trying to stay ahead of the game. He knew, though, it was coming. "Listen to me Marylou, you ain't nothin' to me. You were nothin’ more than just another job. So, get over yourself, you hear?" Rick McKenna's words cut through Marylou, much like the sharp knife he used to slice through the rare steak on his plate. "But, Rick," Marylou objected, discer...

“I fucking hate bowling!” Lexi roared in frustration as she got her second gutterball in a row. “Why did we even come here?? This place sucks!!” Four or five people were staring at us by the time Lexi grumpily took her seat. Milo got up to throw his ball, which left Crystal, Taylor, Morgan and myself sitting on the bench. Morgan was nuzzled into my chest, a place she didn’t leave unless she had to. I didn’t object; Morgan...

There are things you know but just can’t explain. You just feel what’s right. Even if it’s not what you “should” do, you know you have to do it, and it was in that moment, probably right before she would have gone to voicemail, that I hit ‘answer’ and brought my phone to my ear. Silence greeted me before Morgan did. “I didn’t like the person I was today,” her dry voice greeted me. “I can be better than that. I’m sorry for...

Baby, you can mow my lawn Toni heard a car pull up, and looked out the window. The young man that emerged from the car was tall, with chiseled but youthful features. He was dressed in cutoffs and a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His hair was a bit shaggy. She laughed to herself. He looked like one of those studs from the seventies. All machismo and sexuality, with rippling muscles and a tanned, lanky frame. Forty ye...

I followed him to the front door, hugged him one more time, and looked him in the eye. “That will never happen again.” He looked at me surprised, confused. “Never,” I repeated, and closed the door.*****It was a bad drive to work. I was already late because I'd stayed with her so long, trying to talk her out of her blue mood or crazy thinking or 'whatever.' Then there was a fender bender three cars in front of me coming do...