Piglet

by Lottie Hazell

She said nothing; he wasn’t welcome.

But her eyes were still watering, and the only way she could think to stop them was to eat until her stomach felt like it was made of stone, until she was so full, she couldn’t feel anything else.

As they ate, Piglet felt the conversation move around her. It was as if she were in water, her body swaying in the tide.

Piglet felt so dangerously close to the destruction of herself, of her marriage, it seemed that anyone who came too close to her would also suffer the flying shrapnel of her discontent.

they had made their vows in the pursuit of living a life that looked good rather than felt good.