SHE DRIFTS ALONG THE EDGES OF CAMP. it is an unhurried morning, sun draping across the land and shimmering off of the nearby lake, and that is where abigail finds him. the stench of day-old whiskey, he’s easy to spot past the wadding water and bushy pond-plants. lips press for a moment, hands fiddling into one, palms slick with sweat --- of the heat or her nerves, who really knows. ❛ bill? i need’a favor. ❜ / @imploreme + starter call !













