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There is a pinhole of light through the fog. A skiff on a lake.

Upside

I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.

Valley

They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?

Vera

Morie Johnson was successful. I am not a hooker. I am only a thief.

Victoria

I’m covetous of my worldly neighbor. And he’s not accommodating.

Victoria

I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.

Victoria’s Secret

He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.

Vieques

“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”

Villa Palms

Today the game was to try to catch one of the cats in a pillowcase.

Visible Empire

“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.

Visit from the Gods

Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.

Vodka on Ice

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

Vogel’s Wife

At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.

Walk for Mankind

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

Walking Distance

The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.

Wanderer in a Foreign Country

She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.

Wanting

If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.

Wants

I had promised my children to end the war before they grew up.

Warrior Jesus

He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.

Washed Away

The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.

Wasps

Severe knobs of head and tail: one a horn of venom, the other masked.

Water

I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.

Water of Life

Albert came to her rescue. “The Great Gatsby’s our religion,” he said.

We Are What We Have Lost

Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.

We Rise Up

The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

Wedlock, Gridlock, Liplock

We’re tired. In bed, we hold hands. We watch TV. But do you want more?

Wednesdays

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

Weegee Stories

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

Weekend

Amy put her arm around his shoulders. My boy. Isn’t he wonderful?

Weight

His eyes always astonish her. Iridescent blue, flecked with black. Her husband was gone, two years later than she should’ve thrown him out.