Quicksand

by Malin Persson Giolito

She had bought a new dress and was wearing something in her hair that looked like a laurel wreath made of fake gold leaf. Naturally, it was real, otherwise she never would have dared to wear something that looked so cheap.

Superstition is no cure for reality. Hypochondriacs contract fatal diseases at the same rate as everyone else.

It was too cold to have a fight in a T-shirt and underwear. I was no fucking Bridget Jones.