Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

Just ask my dad. He’d wanted to send me out into the world meek and obedient.

Getting right to the daddy issues I see

and a few daddy issues.

Okay but we are being open about it and I love that!

This is me. I still want to be silly sometimes.

Okay pick me

“Easy, girl. Don’t eat too much.” Easy, girl?

I think we have to kill this man??

“Fuck it,” I mutter. Then I kiss her.

Hell yeah brother

After a long and anxiety-inducing night spent with no cell phone connection and an out-of-control wildfire blocking my escape, I take a break from berating myself for being so impulsive and emotionally charged to gaze at the aircraft above me.

Okay but I am actually so mad at this girl. People are dying because she didn’t think to tell anyone where she was going during a natural disaster. I cannot get over how enraging and stupid this is.

drop my head against the headrest and shame-spiral, feeling guilty for all the resources I’m taking up.

Good. You should feel really bad.