She pulls my sleeping bag up around my neck and shoulders, kisses me on the side of my head and leaves a cloud of scented sex. I grumble and croak my gratitude and promise her a phone call later. She sneaks out of my shelter and returns to her tent. This moment will be remembered years later. Goodbye, my love. Goodbye.
G. M. Goodwin
9 February 2018
Playing Fair and Being Kind 