FICTION: plates
the man with the patchwork heart:
sometimes when frank was drunk he would find that there was a plate flying threw the air at him. he was never sure how this happened, and most of the time he wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve it.
he wasn’t sure if he loved her anymore.
but there was always this child, his daughter. and he, sure as hell, loved that girl.
that was why he stayed.
