Zero Pucks (Punk as Puck #1)

by E.M. Lindsey

I’m sorry for being an inconvenience.” He said it like he believed it—like too many people told him he was one,

“He and his wife are having fucking triplets, bro. Three babies. They’re moving to be closer to her parents so they don’t throw themselves into the sun when all three of them get that…crying disease. Cholera?” “I’m pretty sure it’s not called that,” I said,

“It’s funny how people talk about daddy issues and mommy issues—like people who get all fucked-up for having shit parents. But no one ever talks about the ache it leaves in your chest when your sibling—a person who was in the damn trenches with you growing up—turns out to be a total turd.”

My parents were hands-off, even when I needed them desperately. I wasn’t sure how I would have survived without my sister, and I was pretty sure we were as put together as we were by sheer luck.