Arrows Through Archer

by Nash Summers

“Do you know how to peel potatoes?” he asked. “I’m a bad cook, not a moron.”

Sometimes words weren’t enough. Sometimes words weren’t anything at all. So instead of using useless tools in a moment surrounded by darkness pushing at its edges, slowly, I reached out and laced my fingers with his. Without saying a word, he squeezed my hand and didn’t let go.

“Hey, Archer?” I set the book I’d been reading down on my lap. “Yes, Mallory?” “Can I show you something?”

Lmao because I’m twelve my first thought was HIS DICK