From very far away I hear a tiny voice mumble, “Hutch.” Sweet, syrupy darkness surrounds me. I’m happy. I want to stay deeply asleep, but I have responsibilities. It’s been a year since Gunther. Since everything changed. Everything.
“Mmm?” I answer, my left hand already gently patting Starky down, unconsciously looking for wounds, finding only beautiful, life-affirming scars. Continue reading “December 2nd: It Was the Third of September by Kath Moonshine”