Kendra stood there in her lab coat and sloppy shoes, waiting for Josh to say something. Her arms were crossed, an impatient expression on her face. She was missing lunch for this. She was about to yell at his frustrating silence, when he finally announced, “I can feel worms in my prostate.” Kendra leaned backContinue reading “The Damage of the Moon”
Crumbling Asphalt 