Revenge on a Platter, Part 5: Vengeance is a Woman Who Settles Up Her Own Tab
IX. Jax stood over my terrified sister, laughing and taunting her. “I’ve been looking for you, Rosie. Thinking about you, too.” He grabbed his crotch…
Revenge on a Platter, Part 4: Vengeance Is a Woman Who Savours a Nice, Full-Bodied Merlot
VII. Fingers beating out a tune on the steering wheel, the scruffy-chinned Shaggy wannabe slowed us to a stop at the side of the road. Confused, I…
Revenge on a Platter, Part 3: Vengeance Is a Woman Who Loves to Indulge Her Cravings
V. Car alarm set. Keys zippered into their pocket. Satchel hanging from my hand. My curve-hugging little denim dress tugged into place. Long…
Revenge on a Platter, Part 2: Vengeance is a Woman Who Plays with Her Food
III. Emerald wrap dress clinging to my curves, I smiled at ruby-red toenails peeping from my matching four-inch Louboutins. Long, jade pendant hung…
Revenge on a Platter, Part 1: Vengeance is a Woman Best Fucked Like a Crackerjack
I. I squinted, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light of the dingy dive bar. It figured this was where I’d find them. Vermin in the city’s…
Conflict Resolution
Eyes blazing, we stared one another down, each waiting for the other to falter. All the yelling, accusations and disappointment from our actions…
Spreading Her Wings
Sometimes you have to eat the worm so you can soar above the clouds. Cigarettes hung precariously between dry lips, columns of ash dropping onto the…
