The Veteran Who Shouldn't Want Me · PN

Alina alone at the booking office desk, pen in hand, the dark yard outside the window.

Inside, I sat at the desk and put my initials next to the four o'clock again. Small and straight.

Good for the business. That was the whole of me, said out loud in his voice.

He could still make my body believe him. That was the problem. I just wanted to be chosen when nobody was watching but me.