Gwen

I looked around the apartment with a sense of pride. It was my first place, and even though it was small, it was mine. I flopped down on the couch, a hideous green floral monstrosity I had picked up for twenty bucks at a yard sale. The cushions were threadbare,… Read more“Gwen”

Good Eats

He was sitting in a nice Italian restaurant with two other co-workers. Well, really, they weren’t coworkers, but bosses, although they are doing their best to treat him as an equal. This is why they invited him to dinner with them, not because they desired his company or input, but… Read more“Good Eats”