The gentleman’s perversion was only evident in his reading habits. No one knew him the way his books did. And that is clearly how he preferred it.
The night began with her scent, faint and distant. Then it surrounded me as I stood in its birthplace.
And they call us poor, Father, as if it were a curse.
She stood unaccompanied in the room of hushed conversations and snide laughter.
My entry for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by Linda G. Hill.
Oliver’s view of women was shaped early in life…
Bianca was 23. She didn’t have wings.