The kid went inside, and I stood out there on the curb, just being.
What is someone to do when all they have left are their memories?
Summer never came this year. I mean, it did, but it didn’t come with any of the warmth and good memories that usually accompany it.
We’d lay there together, looking at each other making promises about future road trips and spending long nights under the stars drinking cherry cola and eating onion rings on the hood of my car.
The world around me has changed.
Dandelions saved her.
The cold preserves life.
The first time I met her, it was in a small bar in Vancouver