Wet noises

Wet noises

We got there early, too early. Did it matter?

I just hoped someday it would. Continue reading “Wet noises”

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Twenty-three: Jane

Twenty-three: Jane

People look so talkative and joyful; for fuck’s sake it is just 8 a.m. on a Tuesday. I run to my classroom, I am wearing my new heels (Yeah, I can really feel them), I say hi to my supervisor and immediately twist my left ankle. It hurts but I just smile and say I am fine. He, however, wants to make sure I am okay and asks me if I need him to call the high-school nurse.  After assuring him I am just fine I put my shoe my back on, collect my self-esteem from the shiny high-school floors and proudly walk away. Continue reading “Twenty-three: Jane”