December 19, 2017 | Fiction
They sat on the grassy bank, clothes clinging to their wet bodies, watching the river flow. A few raindrops splashed on the surface, tiny dimples rushed away downstream. Neither of them bothered to point out that it was going to rain.
December 18, 2017 | Nonfiction
- My best friend and I drink cheap vodka in water bottles on Christmas Eve, watching Jesus movies with my parents.
I don't like most people. And have been jealous of Bud for ages. With reason.