..in the small hours.. cognac, and a pointed reminiscence..
..already all day, Tifny knew; but now, night in this twelve step under -spanky smelling- chrome, tinsel toned dive- she was certain that something not her fault was about to happen anyway..!
..a dream, a memory.. -the fear is, it’s neither.. and will never end beginning..
..being thirteen should be simple.. but Stevie is about to discover just how frightening the choices can become, at the threshold of being a young man..
..I am packing a life, moving – not certain if forward, or into ‘next’ -but knowing that solid ground gave out to other choices, and my – exile further on..