by
Josh Riedel
Noma turned to the car, idling out front. The passenger window came down, and Soren stuck his head out. “Beware the tyranny of petty things,” he shouted as the car pulled away. Noma laughed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s nothing,” she said. But it wasn’t nothing: it was something Soren and Noma shared.
my god