Idlewild

by James Frankie Thomas

I decided right then that I didn’t want to see her again.

I wouldn’t have been attracted to her if she hadn’t been attractive.

they were always flopping around—arousing, but also a little grotesque.

was my first encounter not with poverty but with the middle class.

“It’s from RADA,”

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I was seized with panic, an almost infantile sense of abandonment.