Ludvic had not always lived underground. He had once been a respected member of the community: attended church with his family, valued a hard day’s work. People waved to him in town, and he waved back. It was from one… Continue Reading
We’re nineteen and you can’t sing your favorite song right. He says “she” and, for some reason, you keep singing “me” and laughing about it afterwards. We’re nineteen and you’re laughing out the window of my Jeep at your own… Continue Reading
We were children, not lovers, but as we lay on the grass looking at stars, talking of angels, she took my hand and said that a moment can change everything. When I think of Sissy Zaleski, and I do now… Continue Reading