“What’s your name?” he asked her. She paused a moment to light her cigarette, the flame sparkling like fireworks in her hazel eyes. “Brianna.” “No,” he said. “Not your stage name. The real one.” Smoke curled up and out from between her lips. “Your money buys my time,” she said. “That’s all.” “It’s a lot […]

Bez sits in the dirt and gravel with her back against the rusted iron post that pokes like a metal finger out of the ground in front of the old tackle shop. She takes her sketchbook and pencils out of her bag and opens to a blank page, while I poke around the building itself. […]