Fiction | Short Story

Two Mothers and a Tara

Usually, Tara’s mother socializes. I stand at a distance, holding Tara in my arms.

I was dildo-deep in my girlfriend when Shelly, my childhood best friend, called me sobbing. This time she was done. She was leaving her husband of three years, for whom she’d quit college. My girlfriend said she had heard this story multiple times, and I told her to go fuck herself.




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