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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 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
Storied Orlando Chapter 58: Cathy From her unseen perch in a flowering orange tree, Cathy spied on her neighbors, new to Audubon Park. She’d taken an instant dislike to the young, painfully Winter Park, hetero couple. “They’re so white and … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 57: Toy His wife put the dog toy on his nightstand, Gary assumed. Why did it make him uneasy? He remembered all those years ago buying the silly, rotund, rubbery, ever-happy-with-a-shit-eating-grin elephant for Mitty at some chain … Continue reading