Yesterday he took me to heaven.
Then he took me to the cleaners.
Strangest one-night stand ever.
“You want a beer?” I’d asked.
“No, I’m good.”
Yes, he was.
So was his accomplice.
All my valuables, gone… except for those I carried with me.
Only one of them was missing.
Susan Gale Wickes is from Indiana. She enjoys writing and thinking about writing.
At drab Shelley’s checkout counter, Dan’s gaze stripped her bare.
He hung around until closing, and murmured in her ear, breathless.
With one kiss, he stole her heart.
Giddy, she took him home.
Next morning, she awoke—groggy and alone—to a bullhorn screeching “Come out with your hands up!”
Monica Perez Nevarez is a sustainability manager by day and a writer by night.