I’ve been a judge too long for that trick. I saw their faces as they dragged him in – their sneers and burning eyes, the angry spittle on their lips. “He’s a criminal!” they sputtered, shoving him toward me with sharp jabs. Well, maybe he was, but I saw more. They...
There is an ache in his gut, a whirring in his head. The hollowness of this place – a dead, empty desert – feels like the hollow inside of him. Sharp rocks and grit. Shivering, then sweat. Hunger and loneliness. He sinks onto a rock, head spinning, the merciless sun...
The warmth of his kiss, the soft glow of the candle – all smashed in an explosion of light and noise. A stranger had burst through the door, shouting, and ripped open the curtains, exposing our nakedness. In that instant, I knew many things I had tried to forget. As...
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