I saw her in the confectionery aisle, the one between Dried Goods to the left and Hot Beverages to the right. She had long brown hair and a short red jacket and knelt on one knee, peering at white chocolate mice and thin strawberry laces.
L is for Love. Marty was lonely. He would never have believed his life would end up like this, that those years when he was so happy with Cara would one day be over. Finished, ruined. He was twenty-one and she just turning nineteen. Many talked about love at first sight, he wasn’t sure it … Continue reading Marty Took The Drug