The ever lingering wedding of Lola and John eventually came around. The wedding invitation sat prominently on the fridge reminding her every time she made tea or had a midnight cheese craving. She had received it at work, where Mark … Continue reading
She walked out the flat breathing sincerely in and out, trying to resist the temptation to go back and retrieve her sunglasses. She decided that was a horrific idea and went back. She was convinced if she could talk herself … Continue reading
The days following felt numbingly therapeutic, the kind where you frequently wished for a duvet, to drink copious amounts of alcohol and could swear repetitively at TV ads offering the perfect life. She had, had a stand-off with Lola and … Continue reading
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