Tag: #shortstories

Walls Without Mirrors

“Are you alright?”  Her friend asked.  “Yea, I feel fine.”  “Well you were screaming a lot.”  “No, that wasn’t me.  I didn’t scream.”  “Ok well, I asked the receptionist, you were the only one back there.”  “Oh.” She didn’t remember screaming.  All she remembered was, when she tried to look at the sonagram screen the

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Getting my nails done

I enjoy trips to the nail salon.  I like to be attacked with sharp tools, smoothed with acid, and softened with hot wax.  I enjoy a vigorous rub down from a stranger, a woman of another culture with whom I share nothing, yet her gentle caress on my extremities offers the comfort of a motherly

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