A Moment
“I’m not actually that sorry,” I cough. Jenny stares into the middle distance and loosens her grip on the bat.
“You can have this back,” she says, absently scrubbing dirt on my jeans. Smoke pours onto the field.
“I’m not actually that sorry,” I cough. Jenny stares into the middle distance and loosens her grip on the bat.
“You can have this back,” she says, absently scrubbing dirt on my jeans. Smoke pours onto the field.