Ariel sulked in the corner, stirring her Shirley Temple with the little cocktail straw. She pulled her blazer closed over her generous bump, but to no avail; it hadn’t fit properly in months. She should’ve never come to the birthday party, but it was a corporate affair. Her boss had even hired a band and […]
I was his wife for two months. Not his lover, his wife. What’s more, I was an unsatisfied wife. Literally. In my defense, I was completely inexperienced at that time. I had recently gotten my first “important” job, and it fell to me to interview him when he applied for a position. It wasn’t a […]
I want to be soft, malleable. I want to change for the better. In the summertime, she used to pick me up in her car. She talked about the Beatles like they were her father, and drank cheap coffee. She always made time for me no matter the position of the sun, and it was […]
Three melancholy tales from our archives. It wasn’t on purpose. They just happened to be the next three I was uploading. They are all in some way about first loves.
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