Blood Oranges

Blood Oranges

In the middle of the night, it was nearly impossible to tell if the train was still moving. Maybe it was our exhaustion or possibly it was the overpowering darkness out the window that held us still, but as we sat in the dimly lit compartment, I had a sneaky suspicion...
One Fucking Rule

One Fucking Rule

The problem was not me. It was also not my wife or even her lover Marcus. The problem was Marcus’s wife, who for some reason or another had come up with a silly rule that stated Marcus was not allowed to come in anyone other than her. Which, of course, meant that the...