“Someone is interested in the car. You met him a long time ago: Peter from my high school?”
“Peter, the one you should have married?”
Fiction
I didn’t know what it was, yet. I just knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about her until I saw her again.
One day during breakfast, the usual silence broke.
The recipe for a perfect crème brûlée starts like this: Step 1: Pick a ripe and fair-skinned mademoiselle […]
Eyes sing songs of scarlet mothers hold fear in their hands. Children contaminated in conflict zones and bullets […]
Like the trees we gained more rings, and found ourselves at the park.
Lynn looks desperately for things to love; she looks desperately to see truth in all the arguments Anne has ever given her. Again, she fails to completely love herself.
