Time for another pile, and this time it’s not a single pile of one set of clothing, and as I mentioned in an earlier post, this one is different from the fiction I usually share here.
These stories are a great workout for my brain as I push myself to do something I’ve seldom done before, which is to follow a writing prompt that’s not necessarily tailored to my taste. This is a tough read for those of you that like gentle material, so please stay away from the link below if you don’t want your sensitivities to be assaulted.
The rest of you, enjoy.
Caveat Lector – This story is unlike anything I’ve shared here before. The only reason I’ve produced it at all is my intention to grow as a writer and to stop droning on and on about my obsession to shrink a little guy and own him forever. Yes, that will always be part of me, but this story is not fetish motivated. Not wholly.)