No Gods But Me
After a turn, they disappeared from my sight completely.
My friend teased while driving.
"What, don't tell me you're still attached to him. I can still turn around, you know. We haven't gone far."
I shook my head lightly.
"No. You know how much I hate him.
"I was just thinking how unpredictable life is."
I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet.
I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear.