June 10, 2021.
not until next week you're not
not until next week you're not
Prose:
Iris, looking away from the window, says "Maybe you should leave."
Looking at the window, I say, seeing the unnamed stranger jumping and approaching, "Sigh. Really thought I'd have a little more time."
"Time to--" I shove Iris out of the way. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm turning the fucking page!!"
Iris, looking away from the window, says "Maybe you should leave."
Looking at the window, I say, seeing the unnamed stranger jumping and approaching, "Sigh. Really thought I'd have a little more time."
"Time to--" I shove Iris out of the way. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm turning the fucking page!!"
