The door closed behind him, no goodbye. On his king-sized mattress, he stares out to a city's curtains pulling back. Cocaine for breakfast and he's still feeling hungry. Missed calls from long time strangers, except one. "Where have you been? You just disappeared!" She asks. "Remember when we were growing up," He asks back, "Sunday mornings, golden hour? It was like someone was peeling back the night sky to check up on us. I miss that."
Story: by Christian
Drawing: by Kathy
(2012)
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