Dearest Milton James

by N.R. Walker

I shook my head. “Oh no, not for me. I tried the online thing once. It was very misleading. I mean, it wasn’t a dating app exactly, but H&M sent a notification to my phone that said two tops for the price of one, and believe me, that was not the case.”

“How are you at keeping secrets?” I sat forward, eyes wide, excited. “Absolutely terrible. Do not tell me anything.”

“You can read them in here.” His tone was his boss voice, deeper and final. My inner twink-who-wants-a-daddy sat up and took notice.

“Are you dead?” “Been to heaven a few times, but nope, still on this mortal coil.”