It started two weeks ago. According to my tracking app, my period was late, but that in and of itself is not necessarily unusual; I’ve always had an irregular cycle due to hormone imbalances and other issues. 784 more words
Mention of Carl snapped Mallie out of feeling sorry for herself, anger surging over her. “Always disappearing into the john … that little leather case … and the party … seemed so innocent … after a jam session … everybody wired … skyhigh with a vengeance …” 161 more words
Earlier today, David and I decided we wanted to go out for lunch, which we did. Usually, we’d take the car, instead, we walked about half a mile to take the tram (we’re trying live healthier). 157 more words
Is it possible that life is defined by just one trivial desire?
An absurd desire which eats you like a cancer from within?
A desire which is so simple to be fulfilled, that you can be done with it, any time you wish, yet so difficult that you have never dared to fulfill it.