His Thing
ShortStory 4,629 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"The house was on the same street as a bakery whose only offering was penis-shaped waffles. Rufaro didn’t like American houses very much. They looked paper thin like doll houses that would lift off into the clouds if a strong wind came by."
Content warnings 1
abuse
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