Stories

Carwash



by Steve Hill ’03

As the garage door gate to the carwash rose up, the image that entered John’s head was one of graphic sexual content. It surprised him. So much so that he felt the heat of blushing come across his face. It was made even hotter by his summer beard.

Alison sat in the passenger seat, wringing the excess fabric of her skirt in anxiety. She...

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