It sounds so wrong to say it. My daughter, Emma, is apparently not my daughter. I haven’t wrapped my head around the utter what-the-fuckness of all this. I’ve been living with my friend Isaac for three days now. My wife, Alice, and I haven’t spoken since I left her. Stay and yell at me Charlie,…
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Isn’t that what they say? That don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? So we’re in the car, right? And it’s not a big yellow taxi, no. It’s just a humble Camry that we bought a few months after our wedding. We skipped an extravagant wedding…
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This story begins with me taking off my clothes. The black boots come off my feet first. They are followed by my short navy blue dress that really did little to hide my thighs. I take off my red Victoria’s Secret bra and hot on its heels come off the matching panties. I slide those…
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There is the fact that I know you. That I’ve known you since four months ago when I met your husband. When I saw the ring on his finger as he smiled and looked me in the eye, then asked if I would allow him to buy me lunch. It was one of those chance…
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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Sixth ring. Hello? It stings to know that the only reason he picks up my call is because the number I’m calling with is unfamiliar to him. Is there ever a time to thank God for a lost phone? Because if there was, wouldn’t this occasion where my husband…
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You will not see blood. Forming at my feet or anywhere else. I will hold it all in. I will hold myself together, with glue and masking tape if I have to. So, when the nice receptionist hands me the bill, my bill, I will request for a phone call. I will be the girl…
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What if I decided to leave? I will stand up from the couch and without bothering to wipe the tears from my eyes, without bothering to make him aware of the fact that I was leaving, I will up, and leave. I will go to a random club in town. It will be packed because…
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Our hearts have turned into small African drums. We are in your living room trying to catch our breath. Words fail us, so we watch the glistening saliva on our lips as it dries out instead. This, after sharing a kiss that had me opening my soul for you to taste. So we met, we…
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