Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“What?” he asks, eyes lit with enjoyment. “Seriously, what are you? Nine feet tall?” “Six.” “Six what though?” “Six-five.” “Wildly unnecessary for daily life. Do you play basketball?”

Winnifred June McNulty, you cannot ask people if their junk is broken. What is wrong with you?

“You remember how to get to Sarah’s?” “Think so. Pretty sure everything about that house is carved into my memory.”

“Help understanding why you’d give that man six ore for one fucking sheep.”

Catan must be taken seriously fr

“I’m not sure how to pace myself here. How to slow down so you can catch up,” he whispers. “Catch up?” I ask, trembling. “I think we both know how this is going to end,” he says, his voice gruff. “I’m just trying to figure out how to get us both there at the same time.”

love you, Win. I love you so much it makes me feel like I’ve hated everything else in my life up until now. Nothing