Truck Sales

1983 Bangor Maine It was hardly the place for a woman, Amy deduced as she slowly walked across the garage floor of John Carrey’s trucking company. Several big rigs sat in the bays in various levels of disassembly. Some had mechanics toiling on their engines, while others had mechanics lying… Read more“Truck Sales”

Trio

The man, who calls himself Michael, has his penis in his right hand, guiding it. It isn’t enormous, but large enough, the condom-protected swollen head protruding above his fingers. He lets it rest against the puffy labia and looks down at me. From my chair beside the bed, I lean… Read more“Trio”

Of All the Churches

Of all the churches he had visited, St. Vincent’s was still his favorite. Its architecture was beautiful, like the grand cathedrals of Europe, yet understated, just right for the scaled down size and tucked into the side streets of Ashfield. Henry Connolly held his girlfriend’s hand and together they climbed… Read more“Of All the Churches”