Flash Fiction Friday

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Castro Stroll

With a sweaty grip you push the stroller that chariots your drooling toddler, and you squint into the unrelenting sunbelt that skirts the fog in the Castro. You pass bars; Moby Dick and the Men’s Room, the storefronts postered with fuzzy asses and fisting, enormous black dildos and metal-chain-leather contraptions. Most of the crowd on the street are men, some in chaps…