Milk
Shortly after I moved out of home, I had something odd occur to me that I still don’t fully understand. Whether it was delusions, or …
Tag: Kel White
Soup
I don’t like soup. You can like it if you like. But I don’t. I used to; I loved nothing better than a hot creamy …
Eating Crow
I’m standing on the windowsill outside her hospital room, three floors up. The eastern wing. I’m don’t need to be here. I shouldn’t be here. …