FICTION: habit
the man with the patchwork heart:
it’s the time of night when nothing has any taste any more, and that’s what kills cody every time. he takes another tremendous gulp from the bottle of jack he’s been carrying around all night out of habit mostly. she was there, and she wasn’t supposed to be, but that’s not why he drinks. he drinks out of habit mostly. he wishes he left her first. it was his right: he was the cute one, she was crazy. she came to him. she said she needed him. he wished, now,…
