The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt. The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. "Prepare the ... [+]
19 year old writer from Atlanta, Georgia. Rotates between reading old European translations and watching basketball. "Would You Like My Jacket" is in Short Circuit #14, Short Édition's quarterly review.
I had just gotten out of the gas station and bought what I usually bought on my little Sunday night trips—a pack of reds, a water bottle (one of the purified waters. Spring water is quite gross to me and Michigan tap is awful), and a chocolate depending on my mood. There was this European white chocolate they were selling this week that wasn't there before. I can't remember the name but it was amazing. It was like a bar of straight white chocolate with an etching on it and one of those colorful Kinder-like wrappers (it was not Kinder). I decided to buy two and the cashier was mad at me for e