Big Fan: A Modern Romance

by Alexandra Romanoff

I think about the recent past. How once I found out my marriage was imploding, I shut down everything that wasn’t required to keep me alive. How much easier it is to be a blank slate.

Fuck it, I think. I’ve already survived one end of the world. Don’t I get to have a little fun in the afterlife?

I remember exactly what it was like to be that young, and to need someone to tell me who and what I was.