In retrospect, it wasn't the wisest final sentence to yell at my boyfriend as I kicked him out of the flat: "If I ever see you or that…" I floundered for the right word, "hussy again, I'll kill you both." The front door slammed behind him, a whirlwind of disturbed particles danced in his wake, illuminated by the nearby desk lamp. They began to settle as his footsteps receded, my shaking hand pressed hard against the back...
I’ve managed to get myself in a bit of a routine lately, I never thought I could. Untidiness was just one of my little ways. He said he liked that about me, at first. Of course, people change when you've been with them for a while. Now I’m as tidy as tidy can be, nothing is out of place. I’m still the same old me though, just a lot tidier. Having a bit of a lay-in was always one of my guilty pleasures. But, he gets up ear...
They might be spending more money on dates and making love instead of making out, but some things, such as Johnny, never seemed to change. The imperative, female voice boomed down the hallway. “Gwen, pick up the phone, already! It’s your friend Robin.” Gwen put down her nail polish and reached for the phone her father had installed in the bedroom she shared with her kid sister. “Hey, Robin. Where are you? Is everything a...
