Sonya had a thing for bad boys. To her there was something beautiful and sad about their tough facades. Their long silences. The way they pulled away when she leaned in. She wanted to save them – from themselves, from women who didn’t understand them, from the world that had been so careless with their delicate hearts.
Her friends didn’t understand the attraction. Couldn’t see what was so obvious to Sonya. They’d hated poor Harry. Been awful to Luke.
Still, as her head bounced again against the spare tire in his trunk, she had to admit they’d been right about Leonard.
loner, drunkard, mystic. poet. poems published in Avenue, Lilliput Review, Blue Collar Review, Undeground Voices, American Dissident, Eclectica, Words-Myth, My Favorite Bullet, Main Street Rag, Deep Cleveland Oracle, Gloom Cupboard, The New Yinzer, Buffalo ARTvoice, Zygote in My Coffee, Kennesaw Review, Gloom Cupboard, Re)verb, Clockwise Cat,The Smoking Poet, Ink Sweat and Tears, Ghoti, Thieves Jargon, Orange Room Review, Indite Circle, LitUp, and Octopus Beak Inc. my book The Noose Doesn't Get Any Looser After You Punch Out is available via Six Gallery Press or Amazon.Com, and my other book, Glass City, is available via Low Ghost.