“He clung to the edge of my heart like pond scum.” Lola sat back in the chair and stretched out her long legs. Then she
A is for asshole who won’t wear a mask. B is for baking at home because it makes the house smell good and it is
I’m in California. I know you already knew that. We’re on lockdown again. This is all so exceptionally weird. Don’t even think for one moment
The conversation was always the same, no matter who I talked to. I’m not going anywhere. I wasn’t going anywhere either. For one thing it
1918 Nurses and their dog wearing masks. These are strange times, as if you didn’t already know. I’m working on a project. It is fiction.
“Oh my gosh, Betty, I haven’t seen you in like forever. Not since we went wine tasting. What was that a month after my wedding?”