The difference between this key and the cliche is that this key is very red, not a tarnished silver. A haunted crimson. It has depth, sex…
I knew my father well enough to recognize that when he smiled — and it was a disarming beam of warmth — on that…
She’d sent me this black and white picture of her in a long satin dress, laid out like a rose on the couch. I had no idea what to do with…