The fatigue of habituation plagues my heart. I’m cursed to see the same faces on every block and then go home to dream of some far-off place made of movie magic and fairy dust. I’ve memorized the worn sidewalks that line each winding street, every historical building flaunting the bricks of the past, and each ...

Read Parts One – Three While the guys were down in the man-cave playing pool over bottles of beer, Nicki poured out her heart to Annie, who sat and listened. Nicki told her how conflicted she felt, fighting with her head over her heart. It felt good for Nicki to air her thoughts out loud. ...