I’m not sure what I’m doing here—why she asked me to come; why I’m standing in a motel parking lot, transferring a rental car’s worth of a life into the dumpster—but she asked, so I’m here….
| precious little fictions in 500 words (or less). |
| precious little fictions in 500 words (or less). |
I’m not sure what I’m doing here—why she asked me to come; why I’m standing in a motel parking lot, transferring a rental car’s worth of a life into the dumpster—but she asked, so I’m here….