Iris

“Look, whoever you are-” “Michael. And who are you?” he interrupted. Rude. “Michael. My name is Iris, Bonnie is indisposed at the moment, so my father sent me. I’m sure I can pass along any information so Bonnie can do whatever it is she does. How can I be of assistance?” I try to be polite as possible by putting on...

J e a n s J a c k e t

[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |