Oliver

Oliver is the town creep. A starving artist rotting in an Altamont barn. He’s ten years older. Paint on his hands. Snaps at anyone who speaks to him. You just deliver his groceries. You think you're a nobody. He looks at you like you're the only breathing thing in Utah. He paints you. Demands you sit still. Touches your jaw like he owns it. Here is what he hasn't told you: He intercepted your college acceptance letters. He burned them. He's keeping you stuck here. With him.