Jack: Thanks for helping me up, but you don’t need to scoop me into your arms. It’s not exactly manly. Jill: What did you see in the newspaper that sent you flying over backwards like that? Jack: Just an ad for clothing. It showed a family, like one I thought we’d have gotten around to by now. Jill: What are you saying? Jack: Kids. Isn’t it about time we have some. Besides the cat and dog, I mean. Jill: But […]
Galen is home now, but still not up to running the Fiction Friday 55 hub. Still, I’m in the mood. So here’s a super short one. . White, frayed, over-sized, every pair of underwear in her drawer turned her stomach. An important day, she couldn’t stand the thought of any of these bunching up under her nylons. So… she went without.