Two tipsy women sneak into a graveyard to pee. One uses her panties to wipe with and throws them away, the other one uses a ribbon from a wreath.
The next day, one husband calls the other:
“My wife came home last night not wearing any panties!”
The other husband replies:
“That’s nothing! My wife had a card stuck between her butt cheeks that said, ‘From all of us at the fire station, we’ll never forget you!’”
I didn’t cry. I calculated. The Bronco wasn’t just chrome and leather; it was a bet he’d placed against their future. While he slept, she folded his…
The room shattered when she laughed. My fingers still tingled from tying the last knot, from believing a handmade gift could stand beside crystal and chrome. Her…
We laugh before we understand. The pig grins, the farmer hesitates, and we tell ourselves it’s all just a bit of fun. But as the punchline lands,…
The first thing you lose is the hum. Not the cars, not the planes, not the distant sirens, but the thin, living thread that once stitched morning…
Fame never prepared him for silence. No scripts, no marks to hit, no audience waiting to applaud his next move. Just the raw, unnerving question of who…
I learned hope from plastic. From the crackle of surprise lunches that appeared when my stomach had already braced for emptiness. In a house full of overdue…