Anna Marie Biscotti Molloy
Stories (3/0)
My Gypsie Girl
I stared at the Facebook post my boyfriend Rich had tagged me in, at a despondent and badly photographed black dog, slightly of the Labrador persuasion. Her neck was bent in a submissive, touching gesture of cowed despair that was moving, to say the least. All around her was dirty concrete, floor and walls. I read the caption Rich had placed above it.
By Anna Marie Biscotti Molloy3 years ago in Petlife
Tiramisu
The DelBello family is, quite literally, from the old country, namely the Jewish ghetto of Rome. There's big, jolly papa Shawn, with his deadpan humor and romantic accent, whose cuisine makes people groan and roll their eyes with joy. Sweet little Ana, wife of Shawn, takes care of the customers, two cute and very American kids and a huge brindle mastiff named Trump, all with quiet, smiling serentity.
By Anna Marie Biscotti Molloy3 years ago in Feast
Mischka and Merlot
Even after a couple of months of inane online chit-chat, Bill was surprised when she agreed to meet him. Her pics were of a modest and studious-looking young woman for the most part, although she definitely had the fashion sense to wear clothes that did justice to her figure. Asian girls, though, were relatively rare, almost as bad as redheads, at least where he lived. It had always been a wistful dream of his, to bed one or the other; Bill was too much of a realist to even fantasize about both.
By Anna Marie Biscotti Molloy3 years ago in Humans