“Sorry.” “Hey…fuck! That hurts!” “Try to stop moving around.” “Ow!” Me, embarrassingly enough. Shock endorphins had worn off long before, and all I had now was pain and self-recrimination. “I don’t see anything except this bruise.” Clara gently probed my ribs. “It’s a big bruise.” “If anything wa...
Birdsong woke me long after the sun had come up. In the daylight I could see trash on the ground and blown into the chain-link, but the trees rustled gently in the breeze. Best night I’d had yet—there’s nothing like open air for sleeping. I spent a half hour cleaning the w...