“What would I sell here? Movie stubs, Honey Brown bottle caps, a bottle of Skyy vodka, that conversation we had over the hood of my car in the parking lot, a pair of Tevas, that Leprechaun costume, the smell of mint gum mixed with cigarettes, Swisher Sweets, Red Vines, the gas I spent to get to the airport, the Boy Scout Jamboree t-shirt, orange peels, the pin with the lighting bolt on it, that old, old song about crashing and love and chains. The way I said yes to the hotshot when he first asked me out, which was too much yes, yes that he believed spilled over into everything else.” READ MORE fiction at Carve Magazine