The Authenticity Project

by Clare Pooley

Perhaps the compulsion to fill every inch of space was because it made him feel less alone, or because every single object was imbued with memories of happier times, and the objects had proven more reliable than the people.

It struck Monica that she’d started the art class as a way of helping someone else, but now it seemed to be helping her even more. She’d never believed in karma until now.

“It’s not happy people who are grateful, it’s grateful people who are happy,”