We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.
I used to hear voices a lot, but then I read up on it & found out they don’t exist, so now I don’t listen to a word they say.
I watched the pellet leave the gun. It was like a big black fly & it landed on the blackbird’s wing & suddenly there was a single drop of bright bright red & the voices of the world seemed farther away & I knew I could never do that again. The sounds of the other … [Read More]