Almost sternly, disapprovingly he was saying it’s so important to vote, you really owe it to all the women who struggled so that you could, you owe it to yourself. And although she didn’t want to shatter this little world they’d created, this fort with walls of misspelled menus, this moat of black coffee, there…
Tag: Food
Rain
It is raining again. I need groceries. I have work later, but I can’t go out. I’m made of sugar. You think that’s funny? You’ve never been caught in a light drizzle and felt your face melt. I have. It’s hideous. Nose dripping into chin, eyes drooping, one twice the size of the other. Nothing…