She Is Me, Too

by T.M. Shivener

Just as the screen changes, she pulls her hand back and I think she’s about to scream, but instead she picks her nose and eats the booger. Ew.

since the moment I met you.” “Shut up, you love it.” He slaps my backside as I pass him. “Ow.”

I shake my head before heading inside even though I have no clue how you could love someone so hard it turns into what appears to be domestic abuse.

He shifts his shoulders which forces me to sit up straighter. “Seventeen?” “Well, I…Well, I feel seventeen I mean. I’m twenty-seven, but I’m so inexperienced in all of this, and I think you’re going to expect more than I can do. I just can’t…” I stand. He produces a phone from his pocket and speaks into it almost immediately, “Walter, she’s ready to go home now.”