"Maybe if I stare long enough he’ll ask himself the same question," she thinks. "Why the hell is he back at my house?"
"Back in 2006, I worked the 9-5 shift at Ford’s Appliance on Saturdays and Sundays mostly by default, because I was the new kid and no one else wanted to give up their weekends to sell last year’s televisions and microwaves at prices that no other store could surpass. Figures, I suppose. The workers, all except Ford himself, didn’t love the place. Ford’s Appliance had been slowly going bankrupt since 1993."
I remember when we spoke of fires aflame with joy and hope but not yet blame They purged the world of pain and fear and liars How strange to think that liars we became a few short days from those sweet happy words We flew too high, fell to the sea in shame Fly, fly … Continue reading Flight