"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume."— Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
When I went to LA, I’d walk to the local store every morning. I’d take the corn dog off the rack and slap it down on the counter. the cashier/voyeur would shove a pack of gum under my nose like an Exhibit A. he knew I didn’t belong, but cops scared him more than strays.
Courtenay Schembri Gray is a Northern writer of the weird, the eerie, and the macabre. She is the author of The Maple Moon newsletter on Substack: https://themaplemoon.substack.com / Twitter: @courtenaywrites
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