It was no secret that my dad wanted boys. Instead, he got two girls. He didn’t love us any less but we all knew he would have loved to come to attend his kids baseball games, show his kids how to use his tools, and show them out to fix their cars. Instead, he had
How many of you were intrigued by the title? How many appalled? Anyone, annoyed because you thought; not this again? Anyone embarrassed? I’m watching the b-ball game with my husband when a commercial about erectile dysfunction comes on. It was around 4:00 o’clock in the afternoon on a Sunday. We’re not 30 years old any
“Wild shit.” Dodger added. Jordan was still shaking when she hopped into the back seat of the beamer. “Did you see the look on their faces when they saw the gun was real?” Frank laughed. “Punks.” Dodger huffed. “The younger guy was on the news. He was arrested for rape.” Jordan opened a new bottle
Hey there! I am going to let you in on something. The first two stories for Short Story Thursday where written completely when I put them out there. Not so much with Choices. I had a good start to the story and thought by putting it out there it would make me finish it. It went
Jordan took the keys and the three of them walked back to the cars in the dark. Jordan’s nagging subconscious told her not to go with them, to get into her own car and go home, but she wasn’t listening. When they arrived at the state store, it was just as Jordan had said, closed.
Part One… Jordan Riesling had just finished work but wasn’t tired. Her shifts had been whittled down to four day weeks, five hours per day, and that’s not enough work to tire out a 26 year old. That left her with only one thing to do at 3:30 in the afternoon. The Get-Go was crowded