I rolled the tiny glass vial slowly between my thumb and forefinger. I wondered whose lips the rose-colored serum would cross…there was only enough for one person’s truth besides my own. What did I want to know? My lover’s intentions? No. Those were better revealed in another manner. Maybe the better question was who did I… Continue reading Extracting the truth
Dearest daughter of mine, I know you were angry with me yesterday when you couldn’t have one extra minute to play with your playground love. Not another hug or another kiss on the cheek. Not one more. We had to go, and you had already negotiated extra minutes with the object of your affection. You… Continue reading He won’t be the only one…and neither will she.