[Backdated to October 1-9.]

In late September, Josh hadn't seen Donald in a while, so he went to check on him in his hut, but it was too late. He was gone. So long, Donald. I'll miss you. He stood in the doorway of the hut, swaying, staring at the bed they'd shared, the space they'd argued in, laughed in. All the usual. Except without him, it ( Read more... )