''For the most part, I love our little town, its always been very good to me. The people are friendly, and yet most of the people know how to mind the...r own business.''Hazel listened, but she had a hard time seeing the town that she grew up in as Miss Anna had described. In a nutshell, she saw the city as small and judgmental, and she could not wait until she turned eighteen so she could escape the people and all its small-town crap. Hazel yearned for something more then what she had. Hazle. So why should it be linear? Why would it fit into the confines of the linear? It wouldn't! It shouldn't! No: the best short story is not immensely structured, fitting into a prepared time line of events that set plot and drama into stone. It is a slice of life, a snapshot, a piece of time that is taken from the imagination of the author and stamped with the speed of machinery into the mind of the reader.Stamped so fast that it may never be forgotten.Short stories are not the vehicles for a. I was sorry that our so wonderful, sexually so fulfilled and rewarding affair would end. I was relieved that Erika had suspected nothing. I also believed that my affair with Helen had not changed our marital relationship for the worse. I had no wish to confess my trespass and inflict hurt.However, listening to Helen’s description of her marriage made me feel very uneasy about its future.At first, I had not taken Helen’s claim that Rilke’s Der Panther and my reading and suggestive interpretation. She was just such a beautiful woman. Steve would be fucking her, pounding her, while her husband cowered in the corner, a little cuckold watching us use his wife.“I’ll just edit it so the previous candidates for the mayor and city council positions will be on the ballot. Then I’ll just do a better job fixing them so they do what I...” My husband cleared his throat. “I mean, what will benefit the town.”“Of course,” I said, a giddy rush shooting through me.I straddled my husband’s waist just like.