"Ugh, send cuddle waves. It's cold and I'm dying."
"Next time we shall cuddle."
"There's a next time?" I asked.
"Of course. You just have to let me know and I'll clear my schedule."
***
We talked more and more after that. As if the first date had gone well, I went back for more thinking I was playing a game; thinking I was in control.
YOU ARE READING
Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
