I never told Tanner how much of me went with him when things ended.

WHAT COMES AFTER BY LINDSEY SILKEN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 12

It was a year later when I saw Tanner again. His hair and beard were lighter, more orange. He’d been running, getting sun on that face of his, and most importantly, he’d finally quit his day job. Now he was really a musician. We were in his car, a rent-as-you-go, feeling the way the hot ai…