Shirtless, they’d stretch out in the long grass and take the healing brunt of a noontime sun that gave no clue of the thunderheads it already, in secret, had begun to breed.
Did one learn or was one shaped?
If it was to be a time of momentous changes, then why not allow oneself to be swept along?
A long-simmering resentment against the world can burn off more calories than you might imagine.
The world is what it is.
When he got a story urge, there was nothing to do but grab a pen and write. Otherwise it was too much like getting a hard-on and not jerking off.