Category: Fiction

Approaching the peak of his brief and beautiful bloom, Albert Meadows smiled serenely above the world. Nevertheless, nearing attainment of 120 college credits, he lost all balance of mind. In just under four years, he’d spilled sufficient sweat on
Darren parked in the only available parking spot on the street, about two doors down from Chelsea’s house. He cracked the window and lit a joint. He knew that smoking weed in broad daylight was a precarious idea in
“Did you find my keys?” It was the first thing Kalisha’s father said when she came in for dinner. She let the dog off the leash, and it hid, but she couldn’t. She braced herself, reminded herself, changed herself.

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