I chose Justin. 27. Attorney. Owner of a cat. Check, check, check. We began messaging on Bumble, and I waded into the stream of conversation: favorite bands, adoring descriptions of Dante’s death mask in Florence, asking questions like, is it true that attorneys just lie for a living? Are you going to kill me if … Read more…
The walls of our home were a canary yellow when we moved in. Mom said that was a depressing color and promptly painted them beige. The yellow had been a stir-crazy yellow anyway, peeling away from the corners and window frames like claws. I mean, did the people who lived here first never take a … Read more…
Look! Look at Betsy! Look how pretty she is! Wow. Her hair is so blonde. She is 61 years old and her hair is still blonde! Neat! Look at her eyes! See how blue her eyes are? Clack clack clack go Betsy’s heels as she enters the room. Swish swish swish goes Betsy’s skirt. Betsy … Read more…
The Ten of Spades rests heavily in my hand. After a moment of staring at it in disbelief, I hastily put the card in my back pocket and enter the maze of darkness before me. My hands fly to my sides and I wobble through the small, pitch black corridor. My arms cross over my … Read more…
