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Storied Orlando Chapter 64: Poppers “Do you fuck your wife like that?” he had purred into the dark. “You know I do,” he had answered wrongly with alkyl-nitrite-fueled honesty. Showered and dressed now, standing on the balcony outside their usual … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 63: Truck Karen tripped, but she felt no fear. A giggle rolled through her head recalling the thought she pushed out of her mind this morning – these heels will end me. As she fell into the … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 62: Nuptial Children don’t forget, Helen kept thinking while family — Goddammit how can Lenny look like a slob, even in a tuxedo? — and friends waited for her daughter, the bride, to join them under The … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 61: Bookworms Nathan has a Friday afternoon tradition of riding SunRail to the hospital coffee shop to read. It’s quiet, he rarely knows anyone there, and it fills him to gaze out the cafe’s giant window walls … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 60: Vojo I sat in the parking lot of VFW Post 4305 with the A/C on full blast so my face wouldn’t melt. One hundred mile purposeful dive, now I was summoning the courage to go inside. … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 59: Note Steph kept the note long after that Christmas Eve dinner. The note thanked her for coming, then apologized for another guest’s behavior. Even after learning Steph has a son with autism, the man continued to … Continue reading