“Mayflies in Nirvana”

“Becky Blaine?” She trembles as she speaks, barely audible over the drunken yells and thunderous music. The party is chaotic. It always is, every night I visit it. Not to worry, we’ll get away from here soon enough. I can see her nerves tangle and twist in the depths of her tummy. Her mind fightingContinue reading ““Mayflies in Nirvana””