Aaron Senese

Old Doors

The things you hold on to are important. I’d had a very long time to think about that. It was that feeling that kept my knuckles white as they gripped the sleek, plastic relic in my hand as I stared along its barrel. Well, my knuckles would have been white if they were still knuckles. I had found this thing a ways back on the road and, as you can see, I was starting to get attached.