I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all eagerly awaiting the feast. I said grace, his grace, and all was perfect.
Photo by sociotard
We’re twins, you and I.
So, yeah, it all started when Mikey dared me to put my tongue on the cold post outside the mall entrance.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.
