I should’ve shaved my legs, I think as my neighbor invites me in. Or worn pants.
He smiles. “Care for a drink?”
“No, thanks,” I say. “Just the phone.” I avoid his gaze and pull my bathrobe tight.
Then I call my roommate and explain how I locked myself out.
Crystal Moore doesn’t like to reveal much about herself, which is why she won’t be found working the pole at a strip club. However, she can be found dividing her time between the realm of her imagination and North Carolina’s Coastal Plain region. Her publication credits include humorous greeting card copy, children’s short stories, and flash fiction.