Tomorrow's Vig

The One

Origami of a diamond falling out of a wedding band to the floor.

I don’t hear anyone. The people around us are blurs. I can’t stop smiling. I love I don’t want to. I look at Darren. He’s somewhere else. I tap his leg; he’s back. His smile is engineered. It’s like that a lot. “Tomlinson?” the clerk yells. We’re next. Darren’s disappearing again.  When we met he […]