“Hey,” Avi greeted when Mitch opened up the passenger side door. “Hi,” Mitch mumbled, then followed up with, “Thank you. Thanks for- fuck.” He collapsed into the passenger seat and ground the heel of his palm into his eyes, unable to get his brain together long enough to form a cohesive sentence “It’s,” Avi paused….
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Chapter 13.6
For the millionth time it seemed that Mitch took Toby’s bait and became his unwitting dance partner. Something feral awakened from hibernation when their tongues made contact, and before Mitch was even cognizant of his actions, he pivoted and straddled Toby’s lap. He broke free to gasp when hands groped under his shirt and pawed…
Chapter 13.5
Toby’s apartment was located roughly 15 minutes north of the bar, in what could barely even be considered a town. Despite being in the middle of nowhere, he said that he stuck around all those years because his rent stayed dirt cheap. Mitch visited the place a few times since Toby moved there, and it…
Chapter 13.4
Conversation flowed easy once grievances were aired and drinks arrived, and Mitch felt silly about all of the worrying that he did over the last few days. Yes, the chucklefuck presently across from him was directly involved with some unnecessary despair, and that wound that refused to scab over. But at the same time, the…
Chapter 13.3
Half an hour later, Mitch arrived at the bar. He used the ceiling light to look himself over in the mirror; despite shaving that morning, his stubble already returned with a vengeance. His sole consolation was that he didn’t appear any more tired than usual, which was still a vast improvement over how he looked…
Chapter 13.2
Avi spent the last week buzzing about the plan he developed with in-ring exercises, and he managed to secure a time and date specifically for Mitch. After some artful prodding on Mitch’s part, Avi admitted that due to this being off the books, he wasn’t getting paid for his time. “It’s fine,” Avi insisted, “We’re…
Chapter 13.1
On a dreary October evening, the rain pounded so heavily on the roof that Mitch heard it while he showered. It was about two weeks out from Graveyard Smash, and Jodie reached the point where she lived part-time at the school, going so far as to keep an air mattress in her office. While Mitch…
Chapter 12.5
Armed with a pen and printer paper, air in his lungs, and the drive to take charge and do rather than think, Mitch reached out. The message contained the following: a lengthy greeting, inquires about how they’d been, and finally Jodie’s gig offer -if they were interested. He shoved his phone back into his pocket…
Chapter 12.4
Out on the deck, Mitch sat on the wooden picnic table and waited until his heart settled down. Next to him the guitar waited, a patient companion that didn’t judge, and grazing its lacquered surface brought Mitch back to planet Earth. He pulled it onto his lap and fiddled with the tuning, consumed by guilt…
Chapter 12.3
For once, Mitch had the house to himself and he relished in the rare absence of housemates. Those still moments, where the only company present was Estrella, made it easy for him to hear himself think. Taking Ann’s advice, he bought a composition notebook and started journaling for the first time in years. Something about…