Two ^new^ — Enough Ass For

Leo’s face went red. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

The rain kept falling. The stove kept glowing. And somewhere in the dark, a broken-down truck waited for a morning that Leo was no longer in a hurry to reach. enough ass for two

The door opened before he knocked. The woman standing there was… a lot. Not fat, exactly. More like she took up space in a way that physics struggled to explain. She had a wide, kind face, hair the color of dried hay, and an apron dusted with flour. She was wearing a floral dress that looked two sizes too small, the seams straining in a way that suggested a heroic level of denial. Leo’s face went red

“How do you know about Marge?”

He had no choice. He grabbed his flashlight and trudged through the mud. The stove kept glowing

Silence. Just the rhythmic tick-tick-tick of cooling metal and the drumming rain.

“So tell me, Leo the Hauler,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “You haul junk for a living. But what do you haul in your heart? Regret? Anger at Marge? Or just emptiness?”