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Vince left the police station feeling terribly discouraged. How was he supposed to get his possessions and home back when he was legally dead? He swallowed, stomach churning. He needed a meal and time to rest and think this over. He ran a hand through his hair and adjusted the ponytail. He wasn’t particularly attracted to the idea of sleeping in a church. He had nothing against them, but they were cold and uncomfortable and just not ideal. After however long he’d been gone he felt that he at least deserved to sleep in a proper bed.      “Pah! Who would take you in? You haven’t got a home, nor money to repay them with,

Arms. Warmth. Security. That’s all that existed in that moment. Good, strong arms too, wrapped firmly around my midsection. It wasn’t the embrace of a family member, nor even a friend. It was the powerful, all-encompassing warmth of a lover. Man or woman, I couldn’t be sure, but it was a lover nonetheless. I was happy, happier than I’d ever been in my life. Where we were I can’t recall. Perhaps at the beach, lying on a towel with the sand surrounding us and water lapping at the shore nearby. Or in the movie theater, tucked away in a corner and too caught up in each other’s company to notice the movie playin

Rain. Isaac hated rain, even on the best of days. Today in particular, however, he found that he had a personal vendetta against it. Not only had it tried to kill him this morning by wetting a perfectly good patch of pavement, but now it was hindering his progress. He frowned out of the window, watching the rain race down to the bottom. No, this wouldn't do at all. "Record-breaking", the radio had said. A scowl crossed his face. They'd be talking about more than just rain breaking records by the time he was through, for sure. For once, his name would be in the papers as a success, not a failure, and he'd get the adoring fans he deserved. This

Dear guy at Ivar's, I just want to say thank you. I was having one of the shittiest days ever until you came along. No, you didn't do much— just let me go ahead of you to use the soda fountain— but you have no idea how much it brightened my mood. I wanted to thank you in person, but being the socially awkward, shy person that I am I couldn't bring myself to. Despite the fact that my brain was churning out a 500 word speech for it, I didn't get up. I'm kind of regretting it now, because you seemed nice and it would have been cool to get to know you, maybe chat on Facebook or something, but I digress. As I was saying, I was having a really ba