“I’m an orphan,” I said. “I see,” my mother said. My father stopped, spoon in hand. “We’re sorry. We really are, but we’re parents.” “Ok,” I said. “Yeah.” They both went back to eating. I went outside and sat down. “I’m an orphan,” I said. Based on Book 1; Chapter 33 of Richard...
I Saw A Rat, Too
The fat sun dips and the brute shimmer of white diamonds spreads over the dimpled surface of a murky city lake like wildfire across your corneas.