Stop Stories

Light fading, Adam, headlights on, answered Shari’s whispered question. “An hour or so—" He laughed, as fingers explored his inner thigh “—if I stay on the road.” “Stop in that lay-by!” Obeying her unexpected demand, he braked. She groaned, “Can’t wait that long. Must know.” “You’ve waited this long.” Her religious father’s influence. “You’ve been patient. ” Shari spread herself over the backseat, dress already wide, disc...

Lola was sitting on the bench. The man in the suit was standing, leaning to the side. They waited at this little bus stop shelter. No one else was there. She kept looking over at him. He kept sneaking a peek and a half smile at her. The drizzle started. She checked her phone app to see when the bus was coming. Still delayed. The rain was hitting the guy, so he scooted back. She uncrossed her legs. He took a look at her ba...