I’m sitting in the creamy leather passenger seat of Mr. Paper’s fancy car as we approach Long Rifle Drive.
I thought we put this behind us.
Silence, as if everything is dead.
I don’t need her fear piling on top of my own.
It was out of nowhere, and weird, like she snapped. This was our friend…
Life goes on.
It’s like, so complicated it’s not worth explaining right now.
Toss a tale to your Writer, oh, Valley of Fiction…