But I just couldn’t tear myself away from the warm rivulets of water coursing down my back. It felt too good. I could chalk it up to it being my first post-Shabbos shower, but it’s only been a day since my last one. And it’s not just the shower. Everything has felt too good for the past eighteen ...
Not that I could think about anyone else right now. There’s a flat-screen TV playing sitcom reruns on TBS and a spread of magazines, and I wonder who could sit here and watch Seinfeld or read about Selena Gomez’s new eyebrow shape without wanting to break shit and start wailing. The nurse at the ...
THE MIDSUMMER HEAT WAS STIFLING AS MADDIE stood at the edge of the creek, trying to figure out how to get across without getting wet up to the waist. There were rocks she could step on, but they were scattered in a zigzag pattern three feet apart, and besides, they looked slippery and sharp. If s...