Category Tiny T

   Where we left him, Tiny T had just received an empty paper sack bearing a note of apology and phone number from the brunette he’d met in the French Quarter. He was feeling homesick but pleased to know she…

   At a full run now, fueled by the disappointment- alright, the embarrassment- of not finding the beautiful brunette where she said she’d be, T covered almost half a mile in just a few minutes. He was threading through the…

   Dressed in tight sweatpants, high top sneakers with striped socks, and a faded denim jacket with the sleeves long since removed to accommodate his building musculature, he closed his hotel room door and rode the elevator down one flight…

   As he lay there on the warm, blurry threshold between asleep and awake, sunlight pressed hard against his eyelids and he needed a few moments to remember he wasn’t home. The pillows were smaller and plumper than normal, and…