Eight-Year-Old Self Writes A Story Good stories should have the things you like in them: the glittery, jewel-toned things otherwise unattainable.
Reference Call I step out of my office into the dirty-white hallway beneath the coffin lid of fluorescent lights to take the call.
Hold On I'm always a minute too late to the punchline, the food is always cold when he gets to the table, his height changes the minute I etch it into the persimmon tree.