by Brian Wask

Ninth Street. Cody Ovitch leans against the lamppost and whistles at the night. He considers one last drink at a small place around the corner, serves popcorn and hotdogs. His heart’s been cracked like a sidewalk and his attempt at a novel reminds him of a past better forgotten. Love is a dark secret frozen in the snow. Then the dogs carry him home.


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