Awash in them

Words.

They seem to be tumbling out. Writing two things at the same time. One a new short story, the tenth and I believe the last in this collection. And a blog post about my best friend from high school and most of my twenties who I traveled all over the country with and who I just learned died a couple of weeks ago. Pieces of those travels have turned up in my stories. I hope I did them justice.

Bones

Miracles run out. There's an allotment. How many times can you roll a seven. An eleven. Roll it anyway. Maybe there's one left.