Stories by
Robb Todd

“How old are you really, darlin’?”
“I promise.”
“Lucky me. But what if this is a fake ID?”
“Who gets a fake ID that says they’re eighteen?”

Robb Todd is listening to the same song over and over again and it is driving you crazy.

“Look at this picture,” she says. “That’s not that long ago. Right before I met you.”

I look.

“I look different,” she says. “I look happy.”

Robb Todd has eight letters in his name, but just five different letters are in play, and a mere two syllables.