White light accenting the yellow sunshine at center . . . a whiskey quartz was the highest possible quality to fit the nine-year-old’s budget.
Marcus S. combed soft and wavy cat fur for hair and saw the world through eyes the color of ice tea in sunlight.
We never loved each other.
It was something the four of us agreed upon over a few days.
Marvin S. would be Kurtistyne B’s boyfriend.
Marcus S. would be mine.
We were nine.
