Dirty old man
The pretty brown-haired girl across the way keeps looking at me and smiling. [Read more →]
the smedley log - suburban scrawl
‘Til the world caves in
It was always like her to drop a bomb on me and run.
The first time it was the abortion she’d had before we met. Then a few months later, it was the ex who pushed her around. (She was ever careful not to say he hit her, because in her mind, there was a difference.) And the night we finally ended, she told me how she’d just figured out it all went back to when she was eight and her uncle used to babysit her, among other things he’d done that she hadn’t felt comfortable telling me until our world was crumbling around us.
