Novels by Frances Terwilliger

A short while later, Elena's phone rang. She ran from the kitchen to the living room, listening to the tone to try to find where she left it. Tucked in between the cushions, she grabbed her phone up and answered. "Hey baby! Are you on your way home?" "I am! my last ride dropped off a few minutes down the street. Did you already eat dinner?" "Yeah, I did. Sorry," Elena apologized. "It's ok. I'll be home soon and I'll tell you all about my meeting. Love you!" "Love you too. See you soon." Elena quickly finished loading her dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed a drink before sitting back on the couch and flipping through videos on social media. Zeus' head perked up, and he trotted to the door, watching the door knob in anticipation. As the handle turned, his tail beat on the ground. "Hey Zeus!" Liz exclaimed, greating the large black dog in the foyer. She gave him a few pats on the head before pushing by to hang her keys on the peg. Slipping her shoes off, she asked,

Standing at her station in the teller line, Elana couldn't help but think of her dream last night. The feeling of the needles on the tattoo gun, Kris' lips on hers, the cool air brushing over her nipples... it felt so real, almost like she was reliving a memory. She held a far-off look, almost dreamy underneath her carfully curated customer service smile.. The next customer stepped in front of her, a regular. His smile screamed creep, but Elena never faltered in her smile. "Welcome back, Mr. Richards. What can I do for you today?" The man stood before her smugly, holding an envelope in his hand. "How about that dinner you promised me?" Elenas facade cracked slightly before she smiled back and retorted, "I never promised you a dinner. I told you I am already seeing someone. And I don't date-" Mr. Richards interrupted her, his empty hand slightly raised as if he wasn't accepting no for an answer. "No wedding band. No wedding bells. That means you are free to do whatever you want and

Settling into her car, Liz looked over to Elena in her own vehicle, blowing her a kiss before watching her drive off. Today was going to be a busy day. Liz had a meeting with the publisher about her book this morning and then would be off to the college to play a minor role in a film some students were making for a final project. She figured while she was in town, she'd pick up some rides with U-Ride to make a few extra bucks before heading home. Her nerves were shot over the pressure of it all. She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immense

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate. "Fuck," she groaned aloud. She hadn't thought about Elena in months. Why now did she start to have such vivid dreams? It had been two years since she left. Almost a year since her divorce from Liz was finalized. She told herself it was for the best. That she would never look back. Never give in to either of them again. She did it for herself. At least, that's what she told herself over and over again. So why now? Was it because of the friend suggestion on social media? Or the fact she kept tabs on

The needle glided effortlessly over smooth caramel skin. Her thick thigh laid comfortably over the other; the bottom leg bent slightly. Soft legs turned into cute little feet. Manicured toes wiggled softly, nails painted a capri blue. A pink and blue floral sun dress was pulled up over wide hips, revealing powder blue laced underwear. Plump cleavage popped out of her black bra and dress. They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched