“I want to show you something,” I say. What?” He dabs at his lips with the napkin, and for a moment I’m wishing so hard that I am that napkin that I can almost feel myself changing, becoming thin and papery and white. “Cal?” I sit back and feel myself blushing, feel it from the tips of my toes all the way to the heat at the backs of my ears.” WayWantFeelsI CanHardMomentsShowsWishWhiteBecomingEarsLipsHeatToesBlushingNapkinsDabs Author:Brad Barkley
“Cal," I whisper into her sleep, "if you go, you know what? You'll break my liver." I want to pretend that it's a joke, that she will wake up and laugh with me, throwing her head back the way she did last night, bit this time the words are true . . . she will break my liver, break my heart, kill everything inside alive inside me.” IfsKnowsWayWantHeartLastsNightBitsSleepBreakLaughingAliveMy HeartJokesWake UpThrowingLast NightLiverBreaking My Heart Author:Brad Barkley
“All of it seems like noise and false light, and all I want for tonight is quiet, the black and gray of a summer night, and a girl in a pink dress, beside me forever.” WantLightSeemsNightGirlBlackForeverQuietSummerDressesNoiseTonightGraySummer Nights Author:Brad Barkley
