Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

To the outside observer, it would appear that I’m staring at the guy I showed up here with. But they would be wrong. I’m staring at his dad.

All I know is that the first thing that comes to mind is, If I live, I’m coming after you.

I sigh. He’s not wrong. I am those things. In fact, I pride myself on being dutiful—reliable. But with Clyde, it’s more than that. I care about him. I mean, I haven’t told him that. But I gave him my fucking kidney. What more does he want? A tattoo across my forehead?

The love bash has for clyde!!!!!

And as I watch Clyde pull a bag of celery from the fridge, moving around comfortably, I can’t help but wonder if getting a little sun on his taint really did make him feel better.

Dead😆😆😆