short story

In the story I want to write, Rockland Manchester falls in love with the woman, but she gives him some bell hooks books to read.

He had taken so much Dayquil at work that day he was reminded of the first time he smoked pot in college.

Truth was, the chili gave me indigestion, but I couldn’t hang around without buying anything.

She leans in over the pedestal sink, turns the cold water spigot off, and peers at the half of her face that remains. Her face has been torn in two.

The line that ended at her middle finger meant she was selfish in love. It meant she would never have real love. It meant love was broken.

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