by D.L. Richards | May 5, 2017 | Quickies
As I come down the slope, I watch you dance on your snowboard. Unable to avert my eyes, I wipe out. You laugh. I’ve gone head over heels, completely off the course. Failing to control your laughter, your dance turns into a flail, ultimately a sprawl. Here we lie, two...
by D.L. Richards | May 5, 2017 | Quickies
Your phone rings. It’s me. “Hello,” you answer. “How’s Barcelona treating you?” “The city is like a whore,” you say, unconsciously tugging at the hem of your short skirt. “Are you at las ramblas yet?” “Yes. I’m where you told me to be.” “Good. I want you to turn east,...
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