Missionary Positions by Phebe Jewell
The doorbell rings as Marina is going down on me. I keep my orgasm quiet but don’t need to. Her son Max is in the family room down the hall,…
The doorbell rings as Marina is going down on me. I keep my orgasm quiet but don’t need to. Her son Max is in the family room down the hall,…
He gazed at the walls with their huge displays, at the insects with their plaques of latin names in herring-bone ink, their black veined wings pushed open like un-gloving flowers.…
Dear Santa I’ve been a good girl all year (well, mostly – apart from the hamster-related incident). I’d like a new Barbie (my big brother did experiments on the last…
“It looks like you really have things under control here,” said a female voice, gently mocking. Dave turned around so swiftly he nearly fell off the ladder, where he stood…
Amaal turns to the crossword page in the newspaper; folding it into a neat half, then quarter, she props it against her schoolbag which is resting on her knees. The…
“You’re not strong enough to load a crossbow, James.” “Bullshit, look at these guns.” I flex, my biceps barely pitching a canopy. “Those guns got nothin’ but blanks. Why do…
Eddie lies beneath the grand piano. From above him Mother’s notes tinkle down like ice droplets, each one vibrating a tiny tuning fork against his face and setting up a…
A thousand years ago, now, and a thousand years from now, I lived, live, and will live. In a stone cottage on the bank of a hill, I stand in…
You suggested it at the away day back in Summer, the midst of the heat wave, when to think of wool seemed an act of pure masochism. Stu claimed the…
He waits in the hallway. Around six, when I open the door, he greets me by throwing himself at me, shaking and quivering with happiness. Hello boy, I say, my…
The cloying perfume from a candle eclipses the harsh smell of the paraffin heater. There’s barely enough light, and I blink a few times to allow my sight to adjust.…
I stopped talking at the dining table on a Monday in 1985; it was our fifth wedding anniversary. I remember the rain lashed against the apartment windows. The windows were…