I ran a quick round robin tournament through my head of everything I’d ever loved and started to squeeze the fresh pack of cigs in my hand, a grand/empty gesture to show how much I would destroy just for the opportunity to hold you one more night.… more
Writer: Alex Rost
They Say Crying Is Good For You, But I Find It Depressing
FICTION by Alex RostThe bench he sits on is old. It is not well built. The wood it’s made from hasn’t smoothed over time, but has instead splintered. He wonders if it will be replaced when it is worn through past use. He looks at his hands, arthritis gnarled, and decides that he doesn’t care.… more
