Matt Osmotherly

Six and a Half Hours

Bastian leaned onto his left arm, coming off of it immediately while screwing up his face, with two pitched brows and one giant nostril hugged by his left cheek. He'd forgotten that his arm was sore from getting the first half of the Pfizer vaccine only two hours ago. His memory of daily events was straight up ‘early onset for dementia’ he and his sister would joke, as he could literally never remember anything unless it happened in his sweet spot, which was always ‘six and a half hours ago.’ Everything else that happened before or after felt like they were sucked into some inaccessible black hole.