Screen

She had a system. Spend the whole first date hiding behind her phone; if that didn’t faze her potential suitor, he could handle her other terrible habits and her social anxiety and her strange particularities. She called it the screening. If he passed, he deserved her.   This post is part of the A-Z Challenge.…

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Disposable

When I tell her, “Friend, I can’t call you that anymore. You’re toxic and I’m drowning in open water,” I imagine her toes disappearing into her fuzzy bath mat, her fingers curled around a razor, cursing how they’re both disposable. I imagine her blood sticking to her forearms, a welcoming sign of life, a guarantee…