Thankfully, it looks like my assumptions about relocating were correct; nobody has come looking for us here just yet. Apparently, the rumors that New York City was hit by a nuclear strike were enough to keep people from trying to repopulate the place. Nobody wants to live in an atomic wasteland, ...
No forest. No smoke. No fire. Instead, it’s a rainy Saturday back in April, where Nick and I are laying side by side on his bed. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen his room, and it’s about what I expected out of him; there’s photographs of family members that abandoned him long ago, paintings of ...
She bites her lip, and looks around us, as if she’s unsure of something. Then, she says, “I should probably go.” The rain ceases at my command, and I ask, “Go where?” “Back to the concert… Lily will be bummed if she comes...