Giving in Stories

The girl, a free-spirited hippie lookalike with sun-streaked hair, leaned against the brick wall of the truck stop, her gaze drifting between the vehicles speeding past on the highway and the diner where she hoped to find a ride to California. It was warm out, the sun beating down on her bare arms and shoulders, and she was dressed for the occasion: short denim shorts, a thin white tank top, and a flannel shirt thrown ove...

Can you be vulnerable without being needy? It’s diving for pearls and holding our breath. reaching farther for honesty without worry – sincerity so deep only the brave can quarry. Let us do this without our words, only eyes, bodies, and touches, vulnerability mimed. Confess your secrets with how you look at me open your windows – show me what you desire. I will open up too – trace a finger down your chest, to say, ” you’r...