Literature
Collection
The fates loved a good game, apparently. Hall hardly felt like a tiny tin Toto and he couldn't find "Go," let alone pass it [and he really needed those two hundred dollars, goddammit,] but that didn't seem to matter to them.
I can't date right now, he mumble-grumbled into his cellular that afternoon, trying to convince June that he meant it, really meant it.
I know honey, she answered, knowing he really only said it out loud to assure himself of that fact.
I just can't do it, not now.
They went out for sake and company that night, gathering everyone around themselves to try and soothe Hall's heart-blow bruises; even octopus cut like a len