January 6, 2017

Hesca

Originally published in The Esquire Four Hesca Flying home from her tour of Iraq, Rochelle found herself next to a talkative passenger named Lynndie who clapped for her as the pilot announced the presence of service members. She was fat, Lynndie was, with elastic jeans and a black leather hip-pack. She had a front butt. She asked for Rochelle’s carton of soy milk, which Rochelle gave her since she wasn’t a big fan, and then Lynndie placed her hand on Rochelle’s knee, told her that she, Lynndie, had just been to this life-changing conference in Sedona, Arizona and now knew […]