by christawojo@gmail.com | Oct 31, 2018 | †3 Dark, Blog, Christa Wojciechowski
Michael shuffles home from the bus stop. A heat wave bakes the city and the sweat that dribbles down his cheeks tickles and infuriates him. His jeans are heavy with humidity and rub against his knee caps. He looks down at the road beneath his sneakers to avoid being...
