“Bygones” by Lori Cramer
He shows up at my door on a Friday night, reeking of rum. I almost don’t recognize him—overgrown hair, bushy beard—but there’s no mistaking those gold-flecked eyes. He was out with some friends, he says, when a song came on that made him think of me. Of those long drives the two of us used… Read More “Bygones” by Lori Cramer



