You and me. A fantasy.
Love, pain — ecstasy, agony — life. That night, frigid, blankets, warm. Stars. The stars! Magic.
But we knew. We lay there, lying to ourselves, lying to the stars. The million ways it was right couldn’t overcome the handful of ways it was wrong.
Us. A fantasy.
Michael Jay Aderhold is an Appalachian-hillbilly-corporate-dropout-high-school-English-teacher living in Suwanee, Georgia, where the climate, both in the primary and secondary sense of the word, is much too warm and humid. As of this writing, he has less than two years to go.