unchaste

The only part of a woman God didn't want was her mind. I wore my skirts below the knee, cultivated piety. But at night I dreamed of words that coupled and twined, bore dangerous offspring, chimeric and untamed. I woke panting, repentant, eager for sleep.

glenlivet

They came while he was away in the hospital tossing in a cramped room, sweating for each breath.  Pneumonia, the doctor told him and he blanched at how deep into old age he’d come.  All that was left to do was break a hip, feel his mind smooth into dementia, then he’d be gone.  Carol … Continue reading glenlivet