February 23, 2021 | Fiction
Eating Away From Others
Cameron Thomas Snyder
We compiled our snacks and made for the playhouse basement.
We compiled our snacks and made for the playhouse basement.
I came from the city, was sort of swept away by the bristles of time and love and bowel-upsetting uncertainty, and I am now in a dust pan called Mora County, New Mexico. Dust pan is not derogatory; it’s a just a place where things end up.