Tacos Esquador

The thing was she didn’t really want other people to know, to stare, to silently question and judge. Her life at home, cloistered indoors, was admittedly comfortable. That was becoming obvious each time she took a step outside where she endured a world of sidelong glances. She wanted to shrink inward, to become something she wasn’t. They hurt her feelings and her excursions became less. In any case, the restaurant delivered.

Dog butt

He was her bestest friend. While everyone else was up in the grown up world, high above her head in their fog of words, he was always here, ready for a cuddle or to give her face a lick. It was their own little smelly world, his breath, her diapers, and she liked it that way. But he did not and wanted a moment’s peace from her fingers poking places that hurt.

The Brothel

She stood stiffly wondering how long it would be. She clutched her purse as if holding a shield and decided to wait as is. Being alone she drew on her childhood game of frozen statue. She didn’t blink or move an inch. Certain, after the dragging minutes, that she would not only beat her own time, but her brother’s too. Then the receptionist snapped in, breaking her stillness, and said it was her turn.

Clown shoes

She couldn’t contain herself. The excitement bounded out of her and startled him. She was caught up in a glee that made her feel childlike, as if her heart was singing a song she forgot. The release was intoxicating for her. For him, he found one more reason to love her more.