A SILHOUETTE — NOT A NAME
THE DRIVE-HOME CONFESSOR
AFTER THE LIVE
SETTINGparked car, dashboard glow, phone in hand
“She said she was going to bed. The Live started forty minutes later.”— SIGNATURE
Stories arrive from a parked car. Dashboard glow under-lighting a face. The Live ended fine. The parked-car call after it did not.
“The Live ended. The group chat didn’t.”
— the drive-home confessor
RECENT BACKSTAGE FILES — BY THE DRIVE-HOME CONFESSOR
Backstage has no reporters. Just silhouettes. Just the cup on the milk crate by the stage door, and whoever happens to be tired enough to drop a letter through the lid tonight.
DROP A STORY