“Lek” is up at Specter
Big things are coming from this mag, by the way. I’m proud to be a part.
Then she jumps up like someone’s pulling her up and I squat down in the corner and hang tight to the Buddha I have on the gold chain around my neck and pray and pray and pray. I know this isn’t my friend Lek, not anymore. Blood is running down her face. She looks at me. She doesn’t say anything. I pray and pray and try not to look at her.
Here is Lek.