The Pretty Ones

by Ania Ahlborn

Her face lacked symmetry, as though she had been created by Van Gogh rather than God.

Those ostentatious girls were little more than sinners stuffed into expensive shoes. They reminded him of their mother. A woman who couldn’t have a drink without swallowing the whole bottle. Who couldn’t disagree without screaming at the top of her lungs, without shoving and clawing and turning into a lunatic. It was the very way Faye