Cackle

by Rachel Harrison

I’d forgotten the difference between choosing not to participate and being excluded.

“When I met you, you were starving.” “Is that why you made me pie?” She laughs. “No. The pie was because I wanted pie. It was selfish pie. Feeding myself.”

“Women are out there tethering themselves to mediocre men just so they can wear a ball gown. It’s a shame.”