NaPoWriMo Draft 17.

It’s half past midnight, but it couldn’t be helped — all the boys seem to be having a particularly trying night. Even as I type, Lance is walking & rocking Aidan, who continues to be troubled by eczema — new patches on his back & head are bothering him something awful. Anyway, I got it done, & tomorrow’s another day even if technically that’s today.


2 responses to “NaPoWriMo Draft 17.”

  1. “…in the lash/ of the ocean’s wild tongue.” That’s wonderful!

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