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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 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
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