That night I decided my hunch had been right all summer that nothing else in my life had ever mattered. I was encapsulated in darkness.
Slush Pile
FICTION: PINK LIPSTICK WITH GLOSS (FOURTH HEAD FROM THE LEFT)
Her hair was up in a ponytail and I took the opportunity to savor every taut muscle and tendon in her neck. This was next to the last day. I had thought I would use the week to have a few one-night stands and just have a good time.