Fast Fiction: Bottomless Mimosas

She was drunk even before the food arrived. Not her plan, of course, seeing as it was a Sunday morning and she had a list of errands she intended to cross off after breakfast. But it’s not everyday you find yourself sitting across your husband with whom you’ve been separated from for six months. AndContinue reading “Fast Fiction: Bottomless Mimosas”

Fast Fiction: Art Class

I stare at myself in the small rectangular mirror that sits propped up on the desk, and focus on the small hairs that connect my two eyebrows. Or what I thought were two eyebrows. “Be honest with me, have my eyebrows always looked this way?” I ask, squinting my eyes and leaning closer to examineContinue reading “Fast Fiction: Art Class”