Of course, she crashed it. You think these things last forever, but they so obviously don’t.
Fiction
Of course, she crashed it. You think these things last forever, but they so obviously don’t.
Fiction
I always knew drowning was the way I’d go. When I was a kid, I would park myself in front of the refrigerator in the dead of night, a plastic cup in my hand. Over and over I would refill the cup with water and empty it down my garbage chute esophagus.
