Wetsobem

I sat in a mild daze from the moist heat of a midday summer sun; the cool bench beneath me was quickly warming as the trees’ shadows slowly moved away in the passing hours. I suppose it was a little out of character that I end up sitting in a park all day; no particular reason, really.  I couldn’t even remember when or why I come here in the first place. But, for some reason, I couldn’t manage to keep my mind on...well, on much of anything.  As a matter of fact, the first thing that was able to snap me out of my comatose reminiscence also happened to be the best thing that could have happened to me. Upon realizing what it was,

                                                  The Appartment                                           or: A Little Pizza Heaven Sunlight streamed lazily through thin curtains and onto

                                                          The Flood A low buzz of chatter fluttered through the air around us, mingling intermittently with the irregular patter of feet, coming and going.  The sharp note of a poorly chosen bell panged loudly against the glass door with each new entrance and exit, doing less to alert the coffee shop’s proprietor of customers than it did to break the spell of white noise in the room.  Couples of all creeds and statures blinked unconsciously at the shrill noise that reminded them ever so gently that they were not quite so alone as they thought.  I have never been a fan of coffee, personally

From her chair, Marlene stretched her fat body and groaned with pleasure.  A can of soda and an empty half-gallon ice cream box-which half an hour ago had been new-lay empty on her desk, and her warm, heavy belly felt cool on the inside. "Awwww…that was-hic-great!"  Marlene said to herself and patted her bare belly.  Her whole body shook every few seconds from a string of loud hiccups brought on from rapidly shoveling ice cream into her mouth and guzzling soda without stopping to breathe.  They rippled through her body, and-far from being annoyed-Marlene stuffed her hands beneath her belly so she could feel its entire weight undulate wi

My first thought was, "No way." I was about a third of the way through a cup of coffee—medium, black, cheap—while flipping through email on my cell phone; a quiet morning ritual in those fleeting minutes that still belong to me before work.  I hadn't been expecting anything; no one had warned me; it's doubtful that anyone else in the building would have given it a second thought, and it was for no better reason than instinctive, more or less indifferent curiosity that I glanced away from my touch screen to get a better look at the peripheral silhouette of a woman entering the café. She was easy to watch from the corner of my