Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
Dear Almost Lover & Full Time Friend, There was a time when I let you kiss me. You pulled me out of bed early on a Saturday to celebrate our last day of freedom before the leaves turned crispy and rejected the trees. Before your bedroom moved into your car. Before Berkley and Texas State. … Continue reading The Green Door