11
Vigil
A few hours after getting home from the shack, I noticed Michelle sitting on her back porch. Alone in the falling twilight. Nothing but a mug in her hands which meant she wasn’t interested in company, including social media, but I didn’t give a f**k.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went outside, instantly drawing her attention. She waved, and even though I didn’t take it as an offer to join her, I sauntered across my lawn to the corner where the two met.
“Nice night.” I went for small talk across her smaller backyard. Friendly and all that s**t while my head went for bending her over the stoop’s railing and plundering the goods she hid beneath those drab clothes.
She glanced westward at the sunset through the trees on the far side of her house, her face relaxed for a cha
