Friendship is about Trust

We’re five drinks in, and our conversation turns to sexual exploits the same way it always does when we’re getting drunk together late at night. “Wait, for real?” I’m saying, “I thought people only did that in porn. You and Mike really do that?” “You’ve got no idea, Alyssa,” she says, spilling her hands into …

Danielle

“Danielle?!” Her name bursts from me like an expletive. I spring up and clumsily cower behind the couch, as if the low blue cushions will save me from her. “What’re you doing here?” She’s standing in the doorway of the apartment, framed by the mid-day sun behind her, purse in one hand and reusable shopping …

Eva

I trace her gaze through my mess of cheap furniture and old magazines and dirty plates I really should clean up. There’s a small, beat-up old black table in the corner, and on it a lamp, two empty beer bottles, and a large fuchsia dildo.