Braids of Strength
Simon tugged on his braid and rolled his eyes. How much more of her chatter could he take? If only he could put a muzzle on those bright red lips. He’d been dating Desiree for six months. At first it was heaven, but now her needling burrowed into him like a tick on...
Poison Apple
Eva tapped her toe, waiting for Sheldon to finish his drawn out spiel on how his website could benefit her. He reminded her of a tacky car salesman. Hair slicked back, shifty eyes, and a fake smile. He rolled his chair closer, invading her space. She cringed and...







