NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER

July, 2009

SOUTH WALES and RUSKIN, NY

I couldn't wait to see Lys again, but I knew I had to. I knew she was going out of town and I didn't know when she was coming back. I called or texted, I forget which, and wished her well in all her endeavors.

I didn't want to overplay my hand or read too much into our experience. I had enjoyed our few nights beyond measure, but people have short relationships all the time. Sex seldom means ...