Photo by Simon HUMLER on Unsplash by Robert Vaughan I hadn’t noticed them when we arrived, too caught up in running into Melody who’d fucked half of her co-workers and the entire neighboring Waukesha before her residency ended. And probably because she always wore some floral fragrance, lilac or periwinkle, or fucking frangipani, I simply ignored the insipid … Continue reading The Roses Were Really Something