Washed ashore 5

When I reached the clearing, to my surprise the herd was actually there. They made soft friendly noises as I crept closer. I must have looked quite shocking; naked, tanned by the sun, my hair[…]

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The softest touch

I remember seeing her from across the room earlier tonight. She looked so sad and lost. There was something about her, something untouchable but a desire to be held. She say there in the cut,[…]

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Roleplay

I looked at my wife Lin as she turned away from the sink, the last piece of crockery washed, dried and ready to put away. At 52 years of age she still looked good, indeed,[…]

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Lunch

The wheels on the Jaguar convertible squeal as I power through a tight curve in the road. The warm Dallas air is rushing past my ears with a howl and down the street between tall[…]

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