Every day, he says, a blessed day, for he’s free. He won’t let it go to waste. He never does.
Fiction
Year of the Rat
It’s Friday night and Naomi and I are at Walker’s house because Walker is the only person we know with…
Every day, he says, a blessed day, for he’s free. He won’t let it go to waste. He never does.
It’s Friday night and Naomi and I are at Walker’s house because Walker is the only person we know with…