“God, I feel old,” I groan when I finally get the shoes off and sit up.
“C’mon, I’m older than you are,” he laughs from the other side of the bed.
All tagged short story
Bells
And thus on that delightful day my worries washed away with a visit to the three sisters Belle. I once crossed paths with the eldest during a particularly crass predicament. To protect my pride, I'll omit what occurred that day; but by the end of it, I owed the dame a few dimes.
Reflection on the Road
"Where are you heading?"
"Wherever you are, to be frank. I'll just tell you when to drop me off. I really have no set destination, but I'm sure I'll think of one on the way."
Your gift
No, I’ll never give you a shitty drawing. I’m better than that.
My hand clasps the end of the table as if the stiff plastic would keep me safe. The laughter dies off but gets replaced with banter from other sections of the party. Red Jacket finishes the turn before getting up to grab his second beer from the kitchen.