Uduntknome Stories

"You can't keep running away from something you want." My mother took a puff from her cigarette and rubbed her protruding baby bump. I sat with my knees to my cheeks, my eyes stinging from the truth, rain, and smoke. I should've never came back. Copyright. All Rights Reserved

I clicked a pen against my thigh and hovered the tip over the small post it note."What's your name?" "My name is Solomon but people call me Salmon." "Like the fish?" "Like the fish." He handed me his paper. I hesitated writing and quirked an eyebrow at the odd nickname. He was studying me, so slowly I drew a simple picture of a fish and slapped the post it on the stack of complete application forms.