[fic rec] "Hot, rock, sun, fly, tongue."

[konstantya]

First fic rec.  Technically a Real Person Fic, and I can't believe it's a RPF, because normally RPF squicks me out on premise alone.  But OH GOD, sometimes it can be done so, so right.  Really, this reads more like an original piece.  I was floored by it.  I am floored by it, still.  It's aching and heartbreaking and beautiful and brilliant.

It isn't rated, but I'm saying PG-15.  Maybe even R.  It's not graphic or anything, but it's heavy.  2,800 words.

It's 2004 and you are standing on a bluff.  You are half a mile north of Las Tunas.  You might as well be halfway around the world.