by Julie Britt
“He ain’t no doll. I keep on telling you GI Joe ain't no doll. I don’t play with dolls. That'd make me some kind of sissy, like you, always talking about kissing and reading and stuff.”
by Sheila Thorne
I look around at the solid glass wall, cathedral ceiling, Oriental rugs, squishy soft sofas, and wonder whether Enedina, who lives in this house eight hours a day, is under the impression that me and George live in similar surroundings. If she were to know what kind of place we really live in, would she ever consent to letting us have her baby?
by Mary Jones
She went back to the bedroom where the man was still in the bed. She told him she was ready to go now, and then she folded him up neatly and put him into the bag too.
by Jesse Czelusta
Had she no memory of machetes and warlords, of petty thieves with missing arms, Rhoda would not have understood the meaning of the question, “Short sleeves or long sleeves?”