Dusty stops the van. He’s quiet, menacing, says, “Get out, man.” He turns to BJ and he contracts his thick lips and says to him, “Told you he was a shithead.”
“What? I’m not,” I say and hold out my hands in front of my face, admiring them again. “You sure these aren’t big, guys?” I say. “They feel so damn big. They feel enormous!”
People Holding is a wonderful literary project that invites writers to respond to prompts of found photos. Not every story submitted is published, so I’m beyond honored to have mine included. You can see my prompt on the site, too.