They would not let their families know. There would be panic…

Links to all of my published short fiction in various journals
They would not let their families know. There would be panic…
Sex these days is sometimes born from terse, laconic bursts of text, flying through the snowy air on unseen wings like little bullets of lust. That’s how I met Jim…
You would play, and I would sing, and the cold melody would sear its way into my consciousness…