Riley Navarre

Stories from Riley Navarre

Friday, May 5th, 2017

I saw him get out of his car, hair shorter than Id ever seen it and taller than Id imagined, and I wondered who he was now. They headed up the sidewalk, and I realized that I needed to stop peering through the window and get the door. The doorbell peeled three quick tones, a sound that I hated, but couldnt bring myself to do anything about. I inhaled deeply before yanking the door open, it always stuck when it got cold outside.