(Day 53) Morning at the Uncle's
“I can’t find a single thing in this drawer,” Matt complained as he shoved the contents aside with increasingly impatient swipes. “What is this one even for?”…
An Old Form of Protection (Day 38)
Matt passed a hand over his eyes. In part to shield them from the coastal wind that carried grit and salt. In part it was to force himself to look away from…
Gabriella
Matt took a sip of bourbon as he watched the rain beat rowdily against the window of the restaurant. The inclement weather made the party surprisingly more…
Unnoticed
“We better get the hell out of here,” Shawn said, nervously looking around. Matt said nothing as he followed to the truck. They drove back to the house in…
Swimming
Eric wobbled over to where Shawn stood. Shawn took removed a pocket knife from his jeans. and ran it across Erics hand, cutting deep into his palm. “Dude, what…