by TJ Bainz
Friendship lost. An early-morning period of reflection. Intense classmates. Something new, something needed.
And old age on the brink of blowing up. Five short stories: Another Month, Another Death, Jumped-Up Kids Most Likely On Drugs, Don’t Tell Me I’m Not Okay, An Invention Hopefully Not Too Late For Its Time, Blood At Night. Holding Patterns: The Fifth Short Story Collection.