My Game Natalie Hidalgo I sit across from Him at the table, and the Game is about to begin. It’s not hard, really, a child’s game…I just have to look into his eyes and not look away. How long can I last this time? I know the odds are not in my favor, but… Continue reading My Game
It was only after the conversation ended did the inspiring witty reply find its way to my tongue. Once again I lost the battle of wits and lay bleeding, secretly embarrassed and kicking myself for being too slow on the draw. I hear those words about having a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent rattle in… Continue reading Who’s laughing now?