I’ve always liked the name James.
It was classic — a name recognized for centuries without sounding pretentious enough to be out of place in 21st century America. From Monroe to Bond, it’s a name...
It was a hot summer night. I stood outside, feeling the stickiness from the humidity on my skin, the Cicadas sang their loud repetitive song. I looked up at the stars hoping that he was going to get better.
Lewis...