He wakes with a veil of fading orange sunset falling over his face. Slowly, he raises a hand, twisting it through the shards of light. There are no callouses. No dry cracks of peeling skin. They are... [+]
There are only two things you must know about Lee: she likes potatoes, and she likes memes. And in addition, (because she forgets to abide by the rules she herself set) she will open a Word Document only to stare at it blankly for approximately three to four hours before closing her laptop with all the accompanying, disappointed noises of an old man suffering from arthritis.
I’m assuming you came for a story and not an existential crisis. Well. Sucks. Because I think that everyone is lonely—figuratively, of course, and maybe literally. I’m not sure. It’s really... [+]