Untitled for Now
Crit welcomed. ‘What would you write about me?’ ‘What?’ Andre sighed and gazed down the fairway. ‘I mean, what about my life do you think is worth telling?’ Jason cocked his head to the side. ‘You’re kidding me, right? After all you’ve been through in the past few months?’ ‘Yeah, but…. I don’t know, man.’ Andre paused for a moment, waggling the sucker in his mouth before teeing up. Squinting into the afternoon sun, he looked past the water at the green to make sure that the golfers ahead...