"We got into (tan blond curled) Scottie's two- seat convertible, and headed for the mountains. We had to keep pulling over because we couldn't stop kissing and touching"
"We got into (tan blond curled) Scottie's two- seat convertible, and headed for the mountains. We had to keep pulling over because we couldn't stop kissing and touching"
"Blood is red. Grief is red. Rage is red. There is a crimson rising from the soil, spreading through my limbs, burning in my belly. The sky was red the day they found me and did – what they did"
"Memory is an important thing. Often it is the only record of the past, and I wonder then why people don’t take better care of their memories, why they let them fray, fade and ultimately vanish"
