This Is How You Lose Her

Let her bathe only metaphorically, in the putrid sensation of feeling used and unloved. Offer not even an espresso or madeleine for the road.

You Promised

The girl… she’s been there forever, camouflaged among those suits that are your friends.

The Sheets Were Soft

They lay there. It was becoming time for her to wake up. The feeling was as wonderful as it was frustrating.