He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

crossed the room. She stopped beside my stool without touching me, without saying anything, without making it a thing that needed to be named. Just standing there, the way you stand next to someone when you know they’ve already done the hardest part and they don’t need advice or comfort or explanation, they just need another body next to theirs in continue reading …