Tag: Nathan Willis

There are people who say they were close to Angela. Super close. People we used to know. They say her accident wasn’t an accident at all and the people who won’t accept this, can’t, because they aren’t strong enough. They say we need to remember that this wasn’t the first time. There was also the…

Fiction by Nathan Willis The cars stay bunched together. When they go by, I cover my ears. It’s the loudest thing I’ve ever heard. It doesn’t bother the other people in the stands. They aren’t tourists like Harp and me. They understand the flags and strategies. They know the backstories of every team and every…