by TNSF | Jan 15, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 4
The voice on the end of the phone tells me to run a bath. His words dissolving in the stagnant air I inhaled. exhaled. inhaled. Fed up of that tiny process. Exhausting. Exhausted. I should just tell him I don’t have a bath. Maybe that’s the secret code. The five words...
