September 14, 2017

Like a ritual, whenever I'm home, I spend my nights at Donut Shack. It's open twenty-four hours. Tonight fits the pattern. I send a text to Matt, Isaac, and Austin. 

"Donut Shack?" I ask.

"I'm bringing Everett" Austin replies.

Twenty minutes later, we're all sitting around the counter. A Greek lady is...

September 8, 2017

I squinted my eyes. It was the middle of the day and it was bright and dry. My hands were sweaty; they are always sweaty. It was quiet and all I could hear was the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. I slowed my breathing and swallowed. My throat was dry and swallowing only seemed to make it wors...

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