No one wants this role. When you see me on the street, no matter how self-absorbed you are, you give thanks you’re not me. Move along.
Pat Tompkins writes from California.
This story won second place in the 2011 Nanofiction Contest.
by Pat Tompkins
No one wants this role. When you see me on the street, no matter how self-absorbed you are, you give thanks you’re not me. Move along.
Pat Tompkins writes from California.
This story won second place in the 2011 Nanofiction Contest.