Memory or fantasy?

A little role-reversal fantasy in which the boss gets what she deserves.

When all you can do is feel, everything I do becomes a surprise.

A woman in a shop window stops me cold.

My holy grail, and the several obstacles to its achievement.

She’s sitting four feet from me, and we’ve never spoken a word.

My wife worried I’d get sued. I did some reading. I’m pretty sure I’m fine—but I’d love a first-amendment lawyer to tell me I’m wrong.

L challenged me to write a three-sentence story. About us.

Four pictures, zero meetings, and a voice message I can’t forget.

Instructions for the tall girl — and for everyone reading along.

L follows instructions well.