Fiction 2013 / flash fiction / Volume 43

Free Parking — Ariana Lily Uding

We fuck on the Vespa. Greg tugs my jeans around my ankles, and presses me against Mrs. Schmidt’s garage. The one with the pink handle. The aluminum is chilly against my neck and paint flakes fall in my hair, white specks like dandruff. His arms are train tracks, shaking as he holds me up, but … Continue reading