short story

Roman à Clef: May 2017

Unbuckling her seat belt, she leaned over the wheel of her car to reach for her purse laying on the floor of the passenger side. Pulling out her lipstick from the heavy black bag, she looked into the mirror above her and quickly glided a bright red hue over her dull pout. Despite it being a cool 70ish Fahrenheit with the sun out, she had just finished drinking a hot chai latte to soothe her nerves.

After getting one of his texts, she hurried from the pond to the supermarket off College Avenue to meet him in the parking lot. But she had waited in an anxious frenzy for 10 minutes before finally seeing him hurrying over to her car.

Unlocking the doors as he made his way in, he opened the door and propped himself into the passenger side as his eyes darted back and forth from the bodies making their way into the grocery store.

“You okay?” she asked as he sat inside the car with his eyes up front. “I feel like it’s been days. I missed—”

He turned to her with a calmness as their eyes met. Sighing, he leaned into her, his hand scooping the back of her head as he pressed his mouth onto hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath, sending a tingle all over her body. His tongue glided gently against her lower lip, sending a sudden quiver to the surface of her skin. Feeling him smile in her mouth, he pulled back, but not before their noses touched as their eyes were stuck on one another.

“I’m okay,” he said, laying his head back on the head rest, looking at her.

“Where’s…” she asked.

“At church, with my parents,” he answered, his eyes on the dashboard of her car. Leaning over, he picked up a car brochure and turned to her. “What’s this?”

“I’m thinking of getting a Jeep — what do you mean church, though?” she asked. “Today’s Mother’s Day. You’re not at church with them then to celebrate Mother’s Day?” (more…)


Roman à Clef: September 2016


With the heat soaking through the ceramic to her cold fingertips, she held the hot mug of black tea firmly in her hands. In some way, the warmth calmed her nerves as she watched him focus his gaze out the window. Though they had been meeting every month since what he shared with her in April, she was nervous to see him again. Especially after their argument during the peak of summer about his message.

He turned his head and smiled faintly. While she wouldn’t have known the other side of it, his visit that included pounding down her door in July was more for the painful void felt in his bones, than the arduous hunger he had for every part of her in May.

“You’re wearing the scarf,” he said softly.

She looked down at her chest, nervously adjusting the scarf as if to cover her breasts and smiled. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites — Redneck Riviera,” she said through a scoff.

“Redneck Riviera,” he laughed. “Dangerous, but it was worth it. You look nice.”

She nodded her head as if to hurriedly agree. “Are you alright?”

“Did I ever tell you about that trip?” he asked.

“To the shores last year?” she replied. (more…)

Roman à Clef: May 2016

South Bend, Indiana

Whipping her hair in his face, she tossed her head back as she felt his warm chest heaving against her back. Removing his slender fingers gently from her inner thigh, he kissed her on the neck as she placed her hand on the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his dark combed hair. The two sat in the driver seat breathing heavily as they stared straight ahead at the empty parking lot.

“I should have opened the windows,” he smirked.

Holding the steering wheel of his dark SUV for support, she slid off his lap and into the passenger seat, grabbing her stuff off the vehicle’s floor.

“It’s not that stuffy in here,” she said with a grin as she buttoned the top of her dress. Turning to look at him, she placed her hand on the side of his face and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I should get going—it’s a long drive back for me.”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said in a soft voice as he zipped up his pants. (more…)

Roman à Clef: May/June 2015


With the sun setting and clouds drifting delicately across the blended sky of soft purple and orange hues, she sat comfortably on the sandy shores of New Buffalo, tight in his embrace. The two of them sat together quietly, watching the sunset with his arms wrapped around her. Her back pressed against his chest, they lay their legs out in the sand as the winds picked up, tousling her long, loose hair in his face.

She felt his lips tenderly kiss the back of her neck. She smiled most coyly as he tightened his hold on her. She hugged him as she turned her head to look at his face. Brown eyes, dark hair, and a chin she found irresistible. He propped himself closer to her as the warmth of his mouth against hers sent a current running through her body. She could feel a heat rising in her core as she gently held the back of his head in her palm. Parting his lips, he moved his mouth to her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling ever gently and softly.

His hand moved down to her chest as she started laughing. Removing it immediately off of her, she turned her body to get a better look at him. His eyes glued to hers, she held his right hand in hers and began looking at it. Twisted and flipped backwards, she straightened his wristband, a thoughtful memento paying homage to his field of practice—black with a thin blue line. Gazing up at him, she smiled as she smoothed her fingers over his tan, soft skin. He smiled back, kissing her on the nose. (more…)

Roman à clef: June 2015


She sat at the end of the dock, gliding the tips of her toes ever gently against the glistening lake waters. The sky was blue and crisp, an image she kept in her mind when she closed her eyes and thought about the last time she was here. The two had lay in his boat all day under the sun, talking about everything and anything, while watching the sky slowly turn ablaze with a searing red and fiery orange. It was that night they shared together that made her realize she would forever fall into his charms. (more…)