Diavola

by Jennifer Marie Thorne

Her ankles itched like something was growing underneath the skin.

This better not be foreshadowing

“Here and there,” he answered, and with that, she met the limits of her curiosity.

Reminds me of a certain coworker

Sex with him had gotten so dull that, even now, the thought of sex with someone else seemed like far too much effort for too little reward.

Oof

Anna daydreamed of letting go and getting lost. She could do it, slide into the scene and vanish. Her family had always been terrible at Where’s Waldo?

Damn xD

Besides, seeing maggots crawling in her wine somehow rendered everything in the world unappetizing.