Red Confession: Dust and Desire in the Abandoned Garage
Dust chokes the air in this dead Renault garage. Rue des Iris, number 31. Cracked…
Dust chokes the air in this dead Renault garage. Rue des Iris, number 31. Cracked…
Forty-four years old. Life a gray haze. Sex? Quick grunts. Painful duty. Copines raved of…
I pull up to Betty and Tanguy's cozy home at dusk, December air mild, arms…
The rocky slope bites our feet as we descend to the hidden grassy nook by…
Eyes snap open. Night grips the room. Streetlights bleed through curtains. Sweat drenches sheets. Heart…
The sun dipped low over the gorges, painting the concrete buttress in blood-red hues. We'd…
Sun dips low over the nudist beach. Salt air thickens with heat. Michelle's eyes lock…
The mini-chapiteau buzzes with laughter. End of semester show. Lights flash, music pounds. My juggling…
The van parked on that isolated lot near the nudist beach. Night falling heavy. Gabrielle…
Early April in Quebec City. The libertine spa looms dark and steaming. My heart hammers.…