There was still a tint of light brown swirled in it. From three tiny containers of milk, the last droplets fell onto the table, vacant save for the cup of coffee. Morris tsked, opening a last little container and pouring more milk. He mixed it well and then got close enough for the smell and warmth to tickle his nose...
He had on oversized glasses, that made his face seem so tiny. But, even from back here I could see his blue eyes. He was wearing a red plaid shirt with a pair of skinny jeans, and completed the look with a pair of red Chuck Taylor's. He looked at my car in disgust, as he rolled out his bike. The first thing he said t...
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Dear Eileen, You have galaxies coiled beneath your eyelids and it will take me a lifetime to understand each one of them-but God, that doesn't mean I won't try. -Benjamin's letter to Eileen before this novel began. © darkeningg All Rights Reserved.
