Nonfiction

Milkshakes & Corn Mazes

You held the cup in one hand, holding it out for me to take.

You promised me you would get better, and I really was a fool for believing you.

A predator can’t hunt the prey if the prey are too good at hiding.

You are still in secret, small rooms, of course.

Something is always happening to you, something you can’t tell.

Step 1: Get comfortable in the water.

The hollow thumping of punches reverberated through my body.