“Okay, let’s see here, ma’am,” Ned said as he pressed the large blue button on the repair console. Tabitha struggled not to gasp as her twenty-seater trolley lifted up into the air. No matter how many times Ned put it up on the hoister, watching it float up off the ground like that was an adventure. She winced a little as the thick rubber straps ( Read more... )

Going to try and jump back on the Idol pony while it's still in motion! Gettin' back in the game.

Mama’s fingers slipped on the wrapping paper as she turned to look at me. “You’re what now?” she asked, bringing her finger up to her mouth and sucking at it. There was a streak of red on the emerald paper. My hands were shaking. I thought I might throw up. That would be unfortunate, considering how much money I had spent on the video game for my ( Read more... )

My mama Eudora was a champion pie baker; her chocolate pecan pie could bring a woman to orgasm after three bites. I saw it happen clear as day in my kitchen when I was eight years old. Formative stuff, that kind of thing, hence my appreciation for beautiful, breathless women and a good piece of pie. Sometimes you can’t tell one from the other ( Read more... )

It was a rare, perfect summer day, full of light and shadow and the nearly irrepressible urge to drink cool white wine on a patio somewhere. Of course I had to be in French class, catching up on extra credits and sweating my ass off in a sticky classroom. The one ceiling fan swirled the air like a Southern lady swirling her drink, unhurried and ( Read more... )

There's nothing in the room except for him, and the soft rumpled sheets on their mattress on the floor, and she's listening to the kiss-whip sound of his tie being knotted as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup. There's never been anything except for him, and never will be ( Read more... )

The destination was never the reason for setting out. To simply go, to weigh anchor and turn the wheel and bend the creaking boards of an old sailboat, the feel of the wind in my hair, salt in my nose, that was it. I set out from Topsail Island in October. I must’ve been crazy but people do funny things during hurricane season, and the whimsy of ( Read more... )

Let’s be clear: riding around the New York City subway system sans pants was never really part of my life plan ( Read more... )

I wasn’t going to stop by the ice cream truck ( Read more... )

I am made of voice and air. These woods are mine, and the misty mountain surrounding them. The small yellow flowers scattered around the pond, flung like drops of blood, are my most prized possessions. I am made of voice and air ( Read more... )