313 words by 1 writer in Norfolk

Stories filed under Virginia

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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