Page 61 of Glass (Crank 2)
hard as stones and leaking
a little. Another twinge
of guilt. No more
breast milk for Hunter.
Trey hands me a scrap of paper.
Here’s my number, and give
me yours, too, okay?
In case you forget to call.
His hand brushes mine
like a summer kiss. Heightened
by the meth spinning circles
in my brain, his simple touch—
not to mention his request—
sparks shivers, thigh to neck.
But it is time to go. I spent
my motel money, and anyway,
I’m much too buzzed
to sleep. Might as well drive
on home. Three hours will
go by like nothing, this buzzed.
“Thanks for everything, Robyn.
Awesome meeting you, Trey.
Hope to see you again soon.”
Real, real soon.
I Start to Leave
Reconsider, knowing I’ll
want to stop for a small
pick-me-up along
the long road home.
“Oh, hey. Can you spare
