Author: H S

May had only one sexual fantasy—and it was impossible. She wanted to make love in the Lincoln Park Conservatory, in the little water pond filled with spare change under the trees decades old. But of course she couldn’t do that. It was a public place, and she was crazy, but not that crazy. It was… Continue reading Azaleas

The self-deprecating, handsome, reckless Dr. Rhodes arrived in Madison at 11:20 p.m. on a Wednesday night from Chicago by Greyhound bus. He was flat broke. The interview for the assistant professor position was scheduled for 3:00 p.m. on Thursday. He wondered if his god-given charm would save him the cost of a hotel for a… Continue reading Infinite Sources of Life