Prudence: Chapter 7b
Marcus circles the table, exaggerating his calculations to sink the black. It sits in the middle of the table, the cue ball not ten inches from it, and perfectly aligned with the corner pocket. It’s the simplest shot. Some of…
Prudence: Chapter 7a
Maybe it’s because I’ve never really known any different and have always simply accepted it as the human condition, but it amazes me how oblivious people can be. For a long time, Constance was a queen in everything but name.…