has been a long day. I’m more exhausted than I thought possible. In the passenger seat, I close my eyes and let the rhythm of the road and the radio playing low lull me to sleep. I think of Tomas, the way he looked back at me the last time I saw him, racing across base in the early dawn, a hint of a smile on his face and love shining in his eyes. I hope he’s somewhere safe, unhurt and waiting for me. I hope he’s laying somewhere underneath the same stars that shine down on me through the windshield, and I hope he’s dreaming of me.
the only place to be on warm spring nights. This night was no different, and by the time we sidled up to the bar, the place was already alive with music and drinking and laughter. Al ordered drinks and forgot all about me, turning his attention to a pretty redh
