The big black dog.
Costello was a part of that house as much as the headlights from Oakland Bridge beaming into the living room, as much as the empty cans cluttering the coffee…
J. S. Yingling
2 stories written on Ficly, 2009, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Everything unsaid, unknown.
This is her apartment. She moved into it a few weeks after I left. That last night, she wrote down her new address in the corner of a paperback. She wanted me…