Fiction
The Failure by Ross McMeekin
He was the kind of person who, while chopping onions at a friend’s party, proceeds to cut off his own finger…
He was the kind of person who, while chopping onions at a friend’s party, proceeds to cut off his own finger…
She posted multiple photos on her socials every day, and at least one story a week. But despite all that, even the tabloids couldn’t find her in real life, and they were paying people just to look.
Being gay wasn’t an option. And to my adolescent mind, perhaps becoming an altar server would straighten me out . . .
I was no longer young and hadn’t been for some time.