3.7 Archer showed up first, mom and dad an hour after.
I didn't have the heart to tell them over the phone
nor did I have it in me to tell them while they
were clinging to your bedside, weeping over
your bruised up life supported body.
YOU ARE READING
Hollow
Short StoryThe story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.
