Jake and his Hot Trans Am Part 6
I slammed the car door as hard as I could and stalked down the short path to our crummy apartment. A few moments later Jake’s car started up and pulled out of the apartment parking lot. I let myself into the old homestead, the redolent aroma of Hamburger Helper Crunchy Taco Style still lingering in the…
Jake and his Hot Trans Am Part 5
Finally, Saturday arrived, and Jake roared up to our little apartment complex to pick me up. We were going to pick up Donna first and then shoot over to I’m-Not-Crazy-About-Her-Name Peggy’s house. I had worn some of my bests duds. A Black Sabbath T-Shirt, dark denim jeans, and earth shoes. I thought I looked pretty…
Don’t Call Me By My Name
A Short Story Written By Laura L. Readying myself for the workday on March 1, 2007 I opened up a voicemail that was left earlier that morning. “Hello Laura ..this is Jackie, Mel’s mother . I just wanted you to know that we lost Mel yesterday… (breaks down and cries; then contains herself). I don’t…