Flash fiction piece of what happens in the moments right before the protagonist falls asleep. Secret in the collection.
Written at work. Entire haiku Piece: Weak lips, jello legs Tumbling with parasol Faltering through streets
We spent a majority of the day drenched in each other; we lied on the couch, legs and arms intertwined.
The first time I kissed her it was in the back of a dive bar and we were both drunk off of lust and shooters. I was intoxicated with her aroma, a mixture of lilacs and cigarettes...