The lover is sitting across from me in the train station, on a bed, with a green blanket pulled tight over it as though he were at summer camp. He has seen me, but he has not noticed the husband, who sits beside me and who is consulting timetables, long shiny pamphlets that fold out … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Saturday, August 30th, 2014 — Mind the Tulips — a slightly sexy fabulist flash fiction for adults