Catch Me by Terri Lynn Coop
“You can’t catch me—I’m the gingerbread man!” My daughter squealed the words as I closed the storybook “Sissy Bee, go find grandma.” I pulled four bundles from my sock drawer. Two grand. The take from the last round of cooks. *** Three gates north and a right up an overgrown road to where my granddad […]
Morning After by Terri Lynn Coop
As dawn leaked through the mini-blinds and into my aching skull, I realized I’d violated the first three rules of sport-fucking. I couldn’t find my wallet, my keys, or my phone. The first two pissed me off the most because I needed coffee. I wasn’t about to try and decipher that pansy-ass cup thing on […]
