Ray And Norman Novels & Stories

Stetson’s arm came through the open cab window to adjust the volume, his dirty blonde hair catching the last of the evening light before he disappeared back inside. I leaned back and pulled the blanket up a little. The night was warm enough to be out but cool enough to want it. The screen was doing its opening-credits thing, orchestral horror music that was more funny than scary at this distance. The burger was good. I hadn’t expected to be hungry and I was, which felt like a small win, my body deciding to cooperate for twenty minutes. Emory: “This is going to be terrible.” Maekynzie: “This is going to be incredible.”