Hills Hoist Vol. 5 Fiction

My body: my limitless advancement banks on the advancement of my body

the tram is 20 minutes late, yeah / but I am following the thread / I got good things coming my way / I got runs on the board

I used to think it was gentleness. Now I’m not sure what it was.

I felt bad when I invited my brother’s family for Christmas, because I didn’t want to rub it in his face that I had people who cared about me.

At fourteen years old, Ruthie’s too young to work past ten. But with managers who don’t care to care, anything goes.

He remembers the tenderness of the dancers; the subtlety.