Frisson

Though he was kind of an awkward boy, when he walked out on the edge of his mommas property he felt like hed donned a new layer of being a man, protector of his kinfolk, even when the woman in the open convertible laughed uproariously at his sincere warning.

Arent you precious? she said, her smile in the gloaming more alive than the leaking sun.

He enjoyed a quiet life in a small place, perfectly liked by most. Hed only ever had one fight, and that was with Harlan, his good friend, and almost...