Leo gave a thumbs up so sarcastic it should have required a permit.
He’d left his jacket at home.
The April sun was a liar. It poured honey-gold light over the cracked sidewalk, made the new daffodils nod their heads like sleepy children, promised warmth. Leo fell for it every single time. gottaluvapril
He started the car. The heater wheezed but tried. He sat there for a long moment, frozen peas melting against his throbbing head, snow falling on daffodils, and he thought: Yeah. Gottaluvapril. Leo gave a thumbs up so sarcastic it