Vigilante Stories

He put her down, making sure her hat was still pulled over her eyes. The roof was cold, and she had no jacket on. Her shoulders and legs were bare. "Are you okay?" he asked her urgently, grabbing her shoulders. "Are you hurt, Miso?" She shook her head slowly, even as she started when his hands touched her bare shoulders. His eyes scanned for any bruises, panicked, breathless. Why was he so terrified? "Miso! Miso, say some...

I’ve been with more men than I’d care to admit. Maybe one was too many. Fuck free love. Love had nothing to do with the games I was forced to play. I said forced but it’s not like anyone put a gun to my head, at first. I said games because like they say, people play games but it’s not like any of us were playing the same one. The step ladder and fluorescent bulbs kept each other company in the dark, dusty corner, awaiting...