No Mo’ Stories! Le Gasp!
It’s true. I took down all but one bit of aging flash fic to ensure compatibility with some publisher requirements. Who knows, I might submit something someday! 
Archive Stories
At Gus’s Funeral
The murmur of mourners trailed the two as they left the funeral.
“John, right?” said Jane, offering a hand.
“That’s me, and you’re Jane, correct?” John waited for her nod before continuing. “It’s a shame we had to meet here, like this. Were you close to Gus?”
Jane looked askance at John. “Very. I’ll miss hi–” she stopped mid-sentence, turnt her head, and placed her hand over her mouth.
John rested his hand on her back as she shuddered. He felt her bra strap against his palm, the contents it withheld springing to mind. He shoved the thoughts back even as his eyes drifted over her curves.
“I’m sorry Jane. You know, at least he’s at peace now.”
“I know, I know.” Her breath came in huffs as she held back tears. “It’s just…I owe him so much. I’ve come so far because of him!”
John noticed the gold Rolex as her hand gestured. “He got you a job too, didn’t he?” he asked.
“No, a sex change.” said Jane.
