Nothin' Besides Good Milk
Writing prompt: write a piece intended to be read aloud
Kyle always said he didn’t care about nothin’ besides good milk, and I guess he meant it because when he up and left outta his momma’s house he left all the doors open — front, back, and Frigidaire.
Left all the gates open, too. By the time I stopped by, just looking to chew the fat and check on ‘im without ‘im knowin…