nicole
There are fences around the houses in my neighbourhood. I've lived here 19 years and don't know anyone's name.
He made the bread with his own two hands, he said. Like he was so proud. Like no other man had ever made bread before, or like I didn't make it every other day. I gave him a smile you'd give to a four year old. It made me only a little sad to give it to my husband.
The red in his eyes told me he was strung out. I slammed the door in his face. Or I wanted to. Instead, I let him fall into my arms and I let him in.
I've never met a person who felt complete. Complete is something you to do a math worksheet. There are holes in everyone though, no matter how hard you try to fill them.