Pen Pal

by J.T. Geissinger

“You have to understand, dear, that there are very few people who can communicate with spirits.”

You are the storm. You’re the source of everything that’s happening.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. ~ Rabindranath Tagore

he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. In his lips, I taste forever. That and something almost as sweet: Revenge.

standing there on Kayla’s front porch looking into those bottomless ocean eyes, I felt as if God Himself had tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Here you go, son. Don’t fuck it up.”

smooth as a porcupine’s ass,