Milkshakes and Cheap Shoes_Bullseye_The Bathroom Stall_Entangled
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Milkshakes and Cheap Shoes
Gabi's foot rubbed the coffee spot by his seat in the tube as details of his evening with Eva replayed in his head. The dry octopus, the circular conversation, her vanilla perfume - Gabi rubbed his face as he felt his stomach twisting. He should have never accepted to meet her again. Paula, his therapist, would sneer at him, the next day and he would mumble and twist his fingers. Not only had he met Eva again - when he was supposed to tell her they were incompatible - but he had also not fulfilled his part of the deal with Paula. For the tenth week in a row, he had failed to express what he th...
Bullseye
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. The thought replayed through her head as Helena watched the raspberry and lemon cake she and Lyle chose seven months before go hurtling through the air in a flurry of frosting across the football field to splatter against a ten foot by ten foot bright red target at the 60-yard line. “Bullseye!!”Several feet below Helena, Cameron, her Maid of Honor, howled to the empty stadium surrounding them, pumping her fists in the air and running a short, raucous victory lap around a car-sized catapult before loading up its bucket with a melting ...
The Bathroom Stall
We were idiots. It was the sorry truth of it. We were idiots; caught in a rut that nobody could pull us out of. The principal looked me in the eyes, “Helen, are you sure you don’t know anything about what happened in the girl’s bathroom last week?” I tried to keep the confused look on my face, tried not to give anything away. “No, Mrs. Okasha, I don’t know anything. What are you talking about?” The truth was, I knew exactly what she was talking about. She was talking about Mandy Crane, in the hospital with a concussion and a fractured skull. She was talking about how she was found in the bath...
Entangled
It’s been twenty-four years since she’s last seen it, but the place looks exactly the same. Chipping paint peeling back to reveal ugly concrete scars. Isla feels her bags weighing down her shoulders but none of that bothers her. In fact, it makes the experience more welcoming. Through the window she spots Pia with a blurred face and thin arms. Now Pia’s hair is short and thick and white. Wrinkles on her flowery dress match the building almost exactly. There are no blue-eyed customers waiting in the window, so Isla throws a clumsy foot in front of the other. And then she notices another girl...