Sam Solomon
Engineer, Manager, Servant; Startup fiend; Spends all his money on unlined paper, but can’t get past “Dear baby, how are you?”.
Instead, our last kiss was half full as the glass I left on the bar, and my face blank as the curtains of impassive pines that will always line every lonesome highway.
The Last Drink
Liz Lazzara
92
Just perfect. I think this state of mind can’t be easily described, but this is just perfect. I remember being in that place, a very long time ago, face as static as the noise around me.
Beautifully written.