"I can't update Speechless now that you're reading it, Jayda." I laid on my back, my legs against Jayda's shoulder as she sat the same way, her body parallel to me.
"No! I have to find out what happens next!"
We laughed. "In my life?" I asked as I thought out my writing, laying my head back down against the cushion. "Who knows? Maybe this very moment."
YOU ARE READING
Speechless
Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
