Quinn’s avarice should have been obvious. His mendacious mindset and irresistible charm overrode Mary’s caution which created a willing victim. Had she really been paying attention– and not allowed her emotions to run unchecked– she would have seen right through him.
Ghosts from the future haunt me. I see the genesis of my new fat cells, all glorious and unhindered, going on strong in my belly and thighs. I get those flashes of premonition every time my feet carry me there—where I shouldn’t be. Continue reading
Grandma sent me a Trumpy Bear and I don’t care. I don’t even like him, don’t like his comb over, don’t like his fake everything. I already threw him in the trash. He’s over there in the corner, stuffed in the can, face down and big ass up, ready for the crusher at the dump. Continue reading