The Competition
“I’ve always been a good person,” Robert lied. “I don’t think I’m able to be any different.” “Aw, poor little Robbie,” Cassie was mocking him. Then she puckering her lips and kissed him on the tip of his nose. She…
The Fickle Rites of Courtship
Trish was sleeping, or pretending to be, when I got home. We’d had a short, petty little spat that morning; yet as short and petty as it was, I had been irritated by it all day. I plodded through work…