Dearest Milton James

by N.R. Walker

“Your smile is a little frightening. Could you turn the wattage down a bit? I have sensitive retinas.”

“Technically, I can lie. I just look like I’m being Tasered while trying.” “Tasered?” “Yes. High voltage impairment of physical function. A glitch in my matrix, an error 502 Bad Gateway kind of response.”

“Can you see me without your glasses?” He smiled. “Yes. You’re the most beautiful blur I’ve ever seen.”

“Then I won’t be mad. Unless you’re the type of person who pours the milk in before the cereal.” “Who does that?” “Heathens.”