“What happened was the transformer outside the house started shooting
sparks,” says Frank like he already told me this and is wondering why
he has to...
The realtor’s feet were strange; her shoes looked like bricks. She clomped up each stair while telling them how her late-husband (bless-his-soul) rescued her...
On evenings she didn’t have to work, Ruth locked her bedroom
door and masturbated to distract herself from the ache, rotating through
the collection of vintage...