The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

by Mariana Zapata

Pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with my left index finger, I lowered my right hand so that the cabinet could hide the middle finger I aimed right at Aiden.

Glasses? Is she... not like other girls??

I remembered noticing his fists reminded me of bricks and the wrists that held them to the rest of his body were bigger than I’d ever seen.

I'm scared of this man