Jun 1, 2022
6 min read
David
a short story
David stood there in the rain holding the tire iron. Or was he brandishing it? He could never be certain. What he was certain of was that he was soaking wet and late.
Late to see Vanessa, again. And while he hoped that she would understand, he knew she wouldn’t. She had expressly told him that the next time he was late she would not understand no matter how much his being late made sense. While he…
