"I'm sick," I say. The choking heaviness in my chest is offset not at all by the wine I drank earlier.
"I know! You're so cute when you're sick."
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
No comments:
Post a Comment