I removed her jacket like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort, hidden in the darkness, our small personal haven.
Category Archives: Story
Тринадцать. The Mule
Jed took hold of the dried lizards, I took the bong, and together, we ran to the train.
Bonus. The Mao Cap
While I had a mild cold and a case of the runs, Ben had full on dysentery.
二. Hong Kong, a Love Story
An ode to Hong Kong. Submitted for competition.