Short Story

He responded quickly, "I have no reason to stay here, me and your mother divorced. I have no family here, its not easy to just up and leave but I have to do it."

“I can cut you a deal, okay? Tell me where you are and we 'll talk somewhere safer.” I spoke with a twinge of annoyance and impatience- something I would later regret.

Yes. There’s that, but-” she opened the first box and pulled out a gorgeous dress and corset. The skirt fell long in the back, only to shorten slightly in the front. It was a dusty green, lined with brown and full enough to use as a pillow. Vivienne held it up against her body and twirled, “-you can’t tell me it wasn’t worth the wait. And there’s more!” The two of them dug through the boxes, pulling out a pair of tall boots and patterned stockings, along with an assortment of gadgets and trinkets.

She knew she was starting to have troubles getting dressed by herself and starting to forget where she put

"[Name]..." he began.After you all set up camp. You laid on the sand and Finnick joined you. "Hey [Name]," he said.

Next came the tantalizing removal of the French net stockings, which she deliberately tossed onto Addison’s lap.

Kayla pulled the red and white bodycon dress that she was wearing down and moved to head towards the kitchen. “Because my crotch itches and burns,” she said, opening the freezer and grabbing an ice pack.

“To be honest? Home. My mind had been clouded lately. I’ve been going though some old stuff, and I keep finding a lot of illegal stuff happening.” Danny sighed. He turned to face Aiko.

“One step closer and you lose the hand,” she warned the imposter. “Gideon,” she started, “let the crew know we have a stowaway.” She glared at the man standing before her, hating every ounce of his being for dishonoring the memory of the man he looked to be.

“Why are you here? I would have thought that you would have left the country by now.” I asked him intrepidly, although I was quite irresolute.

"Yeah, me I'm going to see my uncle, out in the Pacific. You know, Oregon."

She worked product through her hair with a wide-toothed comb, then allowed her curls to air dry as she laid out her clothing—a snug black dress that showed a little cleavage and a peek of thigh, knee-high black boots, and a gauzy silver scarf. Gwen loved her scarves these days.

When you’re back from the runs you don't feel better. Your legs haven't gotten stronger like your wife's. Your abdomen, after an entire month, looks the same. Not any flatter.

Sam turned off the radio and grabbed a beach bag from her bedroom cupboard. She also selected a bikini from the chest of drawers before grabbing a towel and tube of sunscreen from the bathroom. ‘I hope it still fits’ Sam pondered as she packed the bikini and the other items in the candy

Abdullah responds with a smile, “Most of us are here in the states now, but I still have some cousins there. I have a picture on my phone if you want to see it. This was my last trip to Jerusalem, my birth city.”