Undercover

As a boy, Big Mouth loved dressing up in his sisters' clothes. Big Mouth's childhood and adolescence resembled a Charles Aznavour song. He lived in a very old house with a crumbling façade and dirty windows. There were no trees in his street, just street lamps that blinked in and out all night and made …

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Innocent

Innocent works hard for her money. She works hard for it, but she doesn't look for clients on poorly lit street corners. Clients find Innocent online. It starts as a straightforward exchange of information, and it's up to Innocent to decide whether a client is someone just looking for a little love or a potential …

The Letter

Tall Thing is dying. Like the wet November day outside her window, she's dying slowly and sadly. Tall Thing isn't dying of a terminal disease. She's dying of terminal dishonesty by her husband of almost seventeen years. On Friday morning, while she busied herself around the house with small tasks that are now her main …

The True Life of Mademoiselle Blonde

Word about Mademoiselle Blonde's marriage arrived late on Tuesday. It was an unseasonably warm November afternoon. Playful gusts of wind picked up dry leaves and whipped them between people's feet, eventually covering the neighborhood sidewalks with a ragged layer of yellow and orange. Big Mouth stood in front of his house all afternoon, passing the …

Three Cats

Three cats live alone on a terrace. They're the same age, from the same litter. Their mother was white, with black spots here and there, but they are yellow(ish) with streaks of black across their backs. They're more like their father, who has that Spanish, very exotic look and big-city swagger that seems a bit …