The girls were very fond of each other, as most sisters were. They painted each other’s nails, did each other’s hair, and wore fancy dresses. At five the girls learned that they were two souls of the same body. Ruthie had more brains and Lucy had less....
The note read, “Washington Square Park, third bench near the 8th street entrance.” My roommate Rachel left Dan’s “address” on the kitchen table this morning before she left to work. The night before she had told me that she ran into him again and thought it was...
I tested the water, first with my big toe, then with my second toe, and then my entire left foot. The water was chilled and swayed with a casual rhythm, like Jell-O left out to set. I picked at a blood clot on my leg, first with...
This is the only time he chose me, when we weren't together. On the bridge to Northern California, his hands brace around the wheel. As if he were thinking about running us off of it. We stopped at a motel somewhere along the road and...
Final Entry; Entry 4— Angelic I used to paint Gus a lot, I would make him sit or stand for hours until I got every crack and crevice of his body correct. I enjoyed painting him because I felt it would be the only way that...
Final Entry; Entry 4— Motherly I got my nose broken again. She wouldn't be the happiest person in the world if she found out about that, I could hear her now— “Goddamned it Gus! You need to take better care of yourself! Why can’t you just stop the...
Entry 3— Waiter For all I know, half of the time we spent together could’ve been a real sham. “Poor little Eva, always so eager to please!” And what did I get out of it? A pile of shit left by the first girl. The seasons changed, fast,...
Entry 3— Stiff My back has been sore for most of the weekend. It hurts but I won’t fight it, the exercises are befitting, challenging, and entitling. They were what I worked for and now I’m here. I stood her up so many times, just to...
Entry 2— Missing Pieces Having not spoken to Gus for some time has begun to take a toll on me. With him, whenever we were separated, I had often felt as if I had lost some part of myself. At this point, the rift had grown increasingly...
Entry 2--Ready and Able Eva. I had considered writing her, calling her even, but subconsciously, something made me avoid acting upon the thoughts. Back when we spent our days together, although not so far off, the longest we had ever gone without speaking was a month....