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A Permanent Collar
I still feel woozy from the drink and the pills. His apartment makes me uneasy – it’s less a living space than a lab, clean and white with glass display cases set into the walls, the occasional scribbled idea on crumpled sheets. He pours more wine and I try to relax into the sofa, it’s size making feel swamped, disconnected from the room. He excuses himself, saying he’ll be back with something to show me. I follow him with my eyes, he moves into a side room, unlit, and opens one of the display cases with a code. I turn away, not wanting him to know I’m watching, and I…
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My Best Friend’s Mother
This story is purely a work of fiction and was solely created for the enjoyment of the reader and the writer alone. Any characters or places mentioned here are not supposed to mean anything outside of this story. All Copyrights are retained. All criticism is welcome. Everyone mentioned in this story is of 18 years of age, or older as the case may be. Happy reading 🙂 The rain was pouring down in heavy droplets, battering the car, as I drove through the pitch-black Texas night. The only lights guiding my path were the moon and the dull glow of the headlights streaming out onto the jet-black asphalt of the…