When his eyes opened he found himself curled into a crescent against the corrugated metal of the culvert, wedged into the exact position he was in when he fell asleep.
Tommy stopped believing in monsters after his mother died.
2018. Rooftops and grey skies. Ash and concrete. I’m a runaway, running from mediocrity, surfing across ocean blues. […]
I wake up with jello in my eyes and ears and throat.
I look up, startled to find this woman standing in my room.
Get into a sudden and irresponsibly absorbing relationship. Begin by talking online. Try to say “cool things.” Fail inevitably.
I cannot wait to introduce you to my Love, Delphalilah.