Mileticolitis
Mark took out his phone. The Stormtrooper on his iPhone cover stared at me with black triangle eyes. “When are you going to get a grownup’s phone case?” He ignored me, fingers moving deftly over the keyboard. His eyes roamed the display. “See,” I said, taking a bite of my burger, “It’s a thing.” “No,”… Continue reading Mileticolitis