February 7, 2023 | Fiction
Partial Suicide
Troy James Weaver
Everything tended to with love bears fruit they told me.
Everything tended to with love bears fruit they told me.
I put a stone at each corner of the paper to hold it still beneath the fan in our bedroom. The instructions were simple.
He was taking swigs out of a bottle of Listerine.
Don’t know whether I was really desperate for weed or just plain curious about that dude, Duffy, but for whatever reason, I found myself back at his trailer, on the couch, watching TV and smoking his shit.