The Bell Chime

by Mona Kabbani

It’s a man. But somehow, she knew that already.

ugh men

She growls under her breath, cursing Dexter, his neediness and manipulative persistence, but a slight smile whispers across her lips. A part of her loves filling his needs. And he knows this.

Ew

He wants what’s best and she wants his perfection to seed into her. Ground its roots into her bones, break her and remold her and sprout branches of exquisiteness until she is consumed. Until there is nothing left of her.