That Summer Feeling

by Bridget Morrissey

For as practical as she seemed to everyone else, Dara still believed in the magic the world could possess.

In the right company, breaking bread together, walking through the mundanities in our lives felt revelatory.

“Wow. She really does love The Hunger Games,”

“I don’t have any friends anymore,” I admitted to her. “What the hell am I, then? Some random loser you coaxed into early-morning archery as punishment? Jesus, Garland, have some decorum.”