by Brett Jackson
Toby keeps reminding us that he spent six years in a coma. Like we need reminding. Eric tells Toby that he can’t blame the coma forever. Three times tonight we’ve approached groups of girls and three times Toby’s messed things up. He’s a human torpedo, capable of obliterating any conversation in a matter of seconds. I’m determined to help Toby find a girlfriend, but he sure isn’t making it easy….
Brett Jackson lives in San Francisco and is currently at work on a novel. His fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Per Contra, Vestal Review, and Avatar Review.
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