Tommy and Jamie
I hate waiting at the bus stop.
I hate waiting at the bus stop.
Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear.
“You can do this,” he said with an intensity that made me smile.
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.
I knew I was playing with fire, but since when had that stopped me?
*No one fucks with Eddie.
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
“I would give you the moon, babe.
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
Dawn’s dim light glows in the porch windows.