New short story out ✌🏼
If you like nostalgia and popsicles, you might like this one.🌵
Excerpt:
It smells like fresh creosote, soaked and dripping onto the asphalt on an evening walk. It smells like sweat running down your back when you step outside to finally cool off when you see the dark clouds starting to form.
I wish I could bottle that smell and take it with me everywhere I go because it's different, very different from rain in other places, I promise.
It smells like fresh creosote, soaked and dripping onto the asphalt on an evening walk.


















