This Time Next Year

by Sophie Cousens

There was something so warm and familiar about his face, though she couldn’t explain what.

can see why he’s your type, dear—nice to have a bit of girth to hold on to, isn’t it?”

It felt like a nest of baby owls living dormant in her stomach had all woken up at once and started flapping their wings, ravenous to be fed.

I’ve already sunk three boats in my lifetime, so I figure I’ve got at least four boats to float till I’m up.”

“Only old people eat ham,”