The Knives

A cautionary tale; "You can't give knives as gifts!" My mother informed me, after I'd revealed my plan for my boyfriend Paul's birthday gift. "Why not?" I wondered as we navigated our way through the busy Daleyork Mall hallways. "They say it severs the friendship," she explained. I could tell by the serious tone in…

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The Phoenix

“I'm not going to that party,” was the nasty text I received from Seth Grady, to a provocative invite I’d sent him to my best friend’s toga birthday party. I was expecting that. Deserving that, in fact, since just last month I had sent him a fairly formal, “I’m-sick-of-your-shit” text message. I’d meant it too,…

The Observation

My stomach hurt. My digestive tract was failing me. This was not new. I'd felt this way several times before. My lactose intolerance loves to flare up at its worst under periods of extreme pressure. This was in addition to my internalized anxiety that had manifested itself as heart palpitations and whole body trembling. It's…

The Housewarming

I went to a party last Saturday. My friend Olivia and her husband bought a house in Tolbon. Tolbon is the city I used to live in. The city I abandoned. In another life. Several years have passed since then, and I've only been back a handful of times. Returning tends to be bittersweet. It's…

The Soulmates

I left my boyfriend Anthony in the living room, to enjoy the last period of the hockey game, while practicing some songs on his electric guitar. I happily crawled onto my bed, propped my head against my pillows and pulled out my copy of Wuthering Heights. I'd been reading it for the past week. At…

The Tummy Ache

I woke up in agonizing pain. A stabbing. Right in my stomach. Beside me, Ant was still snoring peacefully. The sky outside our windows was still black as night, but I knew that going back to sleep was not an option. All I could do was writhe. There was such a strong pressure. A firm,…

The Bright Side

I was wailing in the passenger's seat on the car ride home after a party. I stopped to catch my breath, check my cellphone and resume the crying. I was upset because my exboyfriend had been at the party. Everything had been perfectly fine and terribly wrong all at the same time. All I really…

The Umbrella

It was a cold and dreary late September morning. Light rain drizzled from the grey skies. It's the only kind of weather that makes me hate walking to work. "Can't we just call an Uber?" I whined to my boyfriend, Ant, as we exited the building and stood under the front awning. "Nah, we don't…

The Anniversary

The anniversary of my first date with my boyfriend Anthony was a day dedicated to commitment, love and that happily ever after ending. But not our own. A coworker asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, which just so happened to fall on the same day. It wasn't a big deal or anything,…