Baycrazy | Unwanted

It looked like a pile of rags at first. Then the flashlight caught the edge of something pale. A face?

And neither of them wanted.

Coming from under the floorboards.

“Baycrazy unwanted: When the tide loves you back, but the person never does.” baycrazy unwanted

He picked up the pen lying next to the whiskey bottle and drew a line through his name. He wrote one word beneath it: Staying. It looked like a pile of rags at first