Fragmented Return
World’s a blur. Am I really here? Is this another dream? Clearly, a boy jumps, unadulterated glee, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Dear god, I’m home.
everything i need
“I made you a mix tape,” he said as he rummaged frantically through his coat pockets. He extracted a haphazardly folded yellow sheet of paper, unfolded it, and…