The Vanishing of Margaret Small

by Neil Alexander

I then whisper an apology to all the soups I’m not taking home. I hope they won’t be too upset.

It seemed like everyone in the whole world was gay.

‘I ain’t on Facebook,’ I say. ‘Very wise, Margaret,’ says Gary. ‘You’re not missing much. Just a bunch of sad, lonely people posting fake versions of their lives.’

There are people in your life who you might not like that much, but they’re still part of it, if you know what I mean. They’re still a part of your life.

Who gets to choose who lives a normal life and who don’t? Why is life so unfair?