Highway with Green Apples

by Bae Suah

I am one week away from my twenty-fifth birthday. I hate being that age. That age is neither as fresh and full of life as fifteen years nor as jaded as the afternoon of thirty-five years. I never know what the next day will bring, so I am always uneasy.

was the kind of girl who felt defeated at the sight of pretty girls walking around confidently. I never trust anyone who tells me I’m pretty or says they like me.

If I’d been cute, smart, or charming like Eun-gyeong, maybe people would’ve liked me more.

when I realize that, at the same time that I am impressed by her, I also feel like she’s become a complete stranger to me. I feel suddenly afraid.

The scissors continue to shine among the cans of coffee, chocolates, and various kitchen utensils sitting on top of the table.