“Marlena, where does this box go?” John’s voice reverberates in the foyer of their spacious new purchase. His grip on the moderately heavy box in his arms begins to falter, and when Marlena does not answer right away, he calls for her again, “Marlena!” “Which one?” Marlena’s voice rings out from another room, crisp and …
Taxi Cab Confessions – By Elsie
The wet concrete crunches slightly under the force of John's powerful walk, and the wind whips his hair in several directions, unsure of where to settle. The neon Vegas lights fizz softly, and the occasional car drives by, usually taxi cabs. The hour is quite late, and most people have retired to the land of …
The Bet – By Elsie
Hope gently dabs her tea bag in her cup, though not really focusing upon the task at hand. Marlena is late, and Hope is becoming increasingly nervous that she will not show. Normally she would not be this edgy, but this visit is the most exciting thing her sad little homemaker life has allowed her …
This Mess We’re In – By Elsie
Marlena cuts through the chilling waters, tight strokes, her body one stiff muscle from head to toe. She loves it, the feeling of moving through water, the tightness in her lungs. The complete solitude of being underwater, senses at rest, with nothing but the feeling of the liquid against her skin. Coming up for water, …
Vespertine – By Elsie
Then there was a pale blue bra I'd never seen before. Delicate, trimmed with small blue flowers, it was not an item I could see Marlena purchasing. Then I noticed something else. The cup was more suited to the size of Doc's hand than one of her breasts. Isabella. My blood ran cold. Isabella. Goddamn …
Voyeurism – By Elsie
She is barefoot but clothed, though her dress is pushed up above to the tops of her thighs, a beautiful dress. He wants to speak of how wonderfully it shimmers with its thousand shining silver beads. Against the deep blue of the fabric, they look like stars from deep inside the universe, places where no …
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