Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

I’m not a big texter. But I text Gwen as soon as I land. Fifteen years ago, I might not have. Now, I’m too fucking old to play mind games. I’m interested. Simple as that.

King behavior

“Bad energy?” I lift my chin and wave a hand over him. “Yes. It’s time for you and your fully blocked crown chakra to go.” Clyde nods. “Oh, you’re right. His crown chakra is fucked.”

LOLLLLL

“You got this,” I say softly, not sure what’s wrong, only knowing that I would do anything to make him feel better. “I don’t know if I do,” he says back, voice rough like gravel. It makes my chest ache. “I’ve got you, then,” I murmur, giving him a tug as I turn away to lead him upstairs.

:,)

That breathy little giggle she makes is music to my fucking ears. I’d sell my soul to hear that more often.