Featured Short Story
Brown Sugar
Sometimes he tasted sweet when he came home. Alice would lick the sticky white powder from his neck and shoulders as Tommy stood before the sink to wash. Her mother caught her at it once, her tongue tip stretched like a kitten’s towards the cream.
“Children’ll change things,” Mum said. But children never came and Tommy still came home dusted with sugar. He thought it was him all along, him and her a slut for him, married or not. But it was that skim of sweetness she had never gotten over since that first surprising kiss.
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