Namesake

by Kate Stradling

But really, who needs magic to light a candle when you live in an age of electricity? I can flip the switch on the wall with the best of them.

It’s hard to stay surly with someone massaging my scalp, but I do my very best.

If you wanted what’s best for me, you would have let me abandon things I suck at so I could find something I was good at instead.”

I am detached, a goddess in a fortress. An annoyed goddess in a fortress.

I must have looked at that bowl of curry like it was my newly birthed firstborn.

Did we really go from a first kiss to a marriage proposal in the space of five seconds?

I cannot invest in anticipatory grief.

What does it say about me, that he sees food as his greatest rival for my affection? We make a ridiculous pair.