Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.
A former Marine is on his deathbed when he is asked to talk about an incident that happened long ago. If you do not believe in God, Heaven or Hell (or maybe don't like dogs!) give this one a pass.
Tammy was in town for my graduation party. Before she left, my mom had a special gift for her - my cousin Rick. As amazing as that was, it wasn't the biggest surprise waiting for Tammy. Note: This Tammy has nothing to do with my cousin Tammy. Sorry for any confusion but it's not my fault they have the same first names! This story has nothing to do with my youngest cousin.