Short Story: There’s This Girl

Don paced angrily back and forth in the living room in his baby blue bathrobe and boxer shorts. He grimaced, huffing a perturbed breath every few moments before looking sternly at his son, Jeff. He rubbed his stubbled chin in deep thought as he paced. Finally, he spoke. “First, you get caught skipping class. Then, you stay out after your curfew multiple times. Now, you … Continue reading Short Story: There’s This Girl