The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 7

by Beth Brower

And with that, he tossed a roll of pound notes on the table. I pictured that same roll of pound notes in my account at the bank. So beautiful it almost brought me to tears.

“Handsome men are like beautiful architecture.”

“I’ve been praying a good deal,” I answered. “That he falls into a hole where he’s forced to subsist on mushrooms and rainwater.”