We seated ourselves on a bench. He scribbled away in his notebook, noting the Gothic architecture. Then the word "vampire" caught my eye. I chuckled at the absurdity of it all. The monster he was eager to create was seated next to him. I glanced at the t...
Find your next favourite story now
Login
Restraint Stories
Last of the Southern Romantics
We’re the last of the unreconstructed, unrepentant southern romantics.We both want, an old-fashioned, wide-screen, Technicolor epic romance, a real Bogie and Bacall number. Instead, what we got that night was two old friends so smashed they started making out at a levee party. "What in the world were you dreaming about, la...