you were the first one, so i sing this song for you

[kezwich]

piercing was the only word for it. the way that the sky just after dusk, a deep resonant blue, seemed to blind him. the way that each street lamp seemed to be punching a hole in the roof of his car as he drove beneath their beams, one after another, in a rythym. he could feel the air blowing through the windows and the crackle of the radio moving

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[anonymous]

"and then he scribbled it out, just those last two words, and replaced them with everything he had ever wanted to say disguised as his first and last name."

I love that line... :)

[huskhull]

william stanaforth donahue.

[kezwich]

your grandfather rode the boat over from ireland.