The boy at the corner store...
Microfiction
Friday nights we cross paths at the corner store. I pretend to browse for something new but I’m staring at him from the next aisle. Caramel colored skin and with a voice smooth like buttercream. His back is to me and he doesn’t notice that I approach him and quietly extend my hand reaching for …
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