Can you fly, Bobby?
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
From his vantage point it looked like starlings swarming as they prepared to roost, all of them with a destination yet the mass seeming to pause and sway at random.
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
He was going to make it!
From my office window I search for the way home.
All I’d thought about when I was standing up there on the roof was the hard steel of the pavement and what it would do to my face.
Matty traced the curve of her stomach in the air in front of him and then repeated the movement on the paper. He had fallen in love with the beauty of the human body a long time ago.