Not Safe for Work

Molly runs over and hops up on the stage. “This is going to be amazing!” Her eyes shine with zero sums of jealousy. No one with a beating heart could fail to be moved by that smile. “There must be something else?” he says, smoother than the velvet lining of a jewelry case. They were pencil sketches rendered from yearning and desire. A slight furrow of the brows, as if he’s afraid someone will finally call him on his bullshit after a lifetime of getting away with everything.