So bloody ace!
NOW
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” said Maxie Shannen. She paced the floor, eyes low, fingers fidgeting with the ring she wore, twisting it round and round. “It just did. I tried to do the right thing, Van, believe me I tried. But I’m just… I just…” She paused, exhaled, defeated by her…
THEN
Maxie was high.
As high as a kite, as a comet, as high as something even higher than a comet. It was Christmas evening and she plodded down a snow covered sidewalk of New York City, her hands lodged in her pockets, her wool hat pulled low over her face, nearly covering her eyes. The…