Four Dead Queens

by Astrid Scholte

“You can’t leave me.” I smirked. “If I had a quartier for every time a boy said that to me—”

“I don’t want you messing around up here.” I gestured to my head. “It’s my second-best asset, if you know what I mean.” I winked at him.

“It’s my job to touch things.” I gave him a smirk, which he thoroughly ignored.

“Having something, even if in the past, is better than nothing at all.”