The Name of Yesterday Is Long Forgotten

This was the ninth time I was locked away for supposedly terrifying Erich’s fragile first love.

Inside the ward, I realized his delicate porcelain doll was actually a powerhouse butcher who could hoist a half carcass of pork with one hand.

She wore a four million dollar Tibetan Dzi bead bracelet Erich had just won at auction, yet screamed herself red at the logistics manager over a one dollar invoice error.

I walked over and asked if a single dollar was worth all that.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and nodded with absolute conviction.