This is a zine story. SR recovery. GAMES Starsky woke up in the early morning feeling tired and sore. The house was quiet and he wondered what had woken him. Normally he would sleep till at least ten o’clock but the light that came in through the curtains told him it wasn’t that late yet. He turned to his other side slowly but couldn’t prevent the sharp pain jabbing in his chest and shoulder. Finally he was able to look at the clock on his nightstand and he groaned when he saw... read more
