Stories in Norfolk

virginia, Singing, disappointment

She looks to the side as she beckons me forward, softening the authority of the gesture with impersonal deference.

by Chelsea Batten

Norfolk — I don’t know if the name on her tag is her last or first. She’s a little shorter than me, with blue horn-rimmed glasses and dangling earrings and rust-colored hair shorn against her head. The securit...

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