Hold Me Tight Comics Novels & Stories

"I'm not angry." I looked up, my eyes vacant, as though I were looking at two strangers. "If Clara wants to look at things, or do whatever she wants, she's welcome to. But now that it's broken, there's no reason to keep it." I dragged the large canvas, grabbed the thick stack of love letter drafts from a drawer, and headed for the burn barrel in the alley behind the studio. The December night wind in New York was biting. I struck a match and watched the flame lick at the shattered image of Rocco's face on the canvas.