24 Hours From Tulsa
“I don’t know, I mean...” He hesitated again; he didn’t want to sound arrogant, but really, what would he have to talk about with them? That was a long time ago. He wished Tulsa had come. Only a couple of hours and he missed her already like a missing tooth – you can’t help putting your tongue into the hole that was there. That was her, she completed him. He’d laughed when she’d said “I don’t want to meet a load of losers from your old primary school. I mean come on diddeykins ... you don’t...