I was his wife for two months. Not his lover, his wife. What’s more, I was an unsatisfied wife. Literally. In my defense, I was completely inexperienced at that time. I had recently gotten my first “important” job, and it fell to me to interview him when he applied for a position. It wasn’t a […]
I want to be soft, malleable. I want to change for the better. In the summertime, she used to pick me up in her car. She talked about the Beatles like they were her father, and drank cheap coffee. She always made time for me no matter the position of the sun, and it was […]
“Jehovah is my refuge.” That text formed part of the WhatsApp avatar of the proprietress of the Hotel Mirador Calopala. Such conspicuous piety did not prevent her from naming the hotel dog Jezebel. Maybe I gave the dog that name. Whatever her real name, Jezebel entangled my emotions. Not right away. Our first night at […]
This delightful short story comes from our promo issue, our very first Wilde Oats nearly five years ago. It’s by Matt Brooks, whose recently released novel Honeymoon Cottage is reviewed here.
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Reblogged this on Nick Thiwerspoon's Rumbles.
Okay, I probably win the idiot of the year award … but where’s the story? I can’t find? If that sexy Nick can find it … well, hmm. Help me !
Here it is:
https://wildeoats.wordpress.com/the-queen-city-players-present/