“Monsoon Kiss” by Don West
I knew the precise moment our relationship went sour; I always did . . .
I knew the precise moment our relationship went sour; I always did . . .
The cop listened. He pulled it together long enough to ask the caller to repeat himself. “It’s not funny. It’s theft. Someone took a porta potty!” . . .
Roberts stood silently until the man nodded, said, “That’s my brother.” . . .
This is what I do. I take Mickey over to Nemo’s. It’s right across the river from the track. Still a pain in the ass though. Rillito was flooded, monsoons and all . . .