Sep 30, 2022
4 min read
Short Fiction: Home is several flights of stairs down.
The Pevensies’ ain’t got nothing on Classy and Jaden.
“I knew you’d come”. I did not think he would come. I let my brother into our childhood home and give him a once over. A mossy sweater-vest paired with a crisp white button down, black straight-cut slacks, and the academic’s standard horn-rimmed glasses. He looks like an asshole…
