The Hating Game

by Sally Thorne

The energy that usually lashes ineffectively inside each of us now has a conduit, forming a loop of electricity between us, cycling through me, into him. My heart is glowing in my chest like a bulb, flashing brighter with each movement of his lips.

I spot a little origami bird made of notepaper I once flicked at him during a meeting.

I notice my Post-it note with the kiss on it stuck to the fridge and point at it.

“I’ve got so much inside me I have no idea about. I’m like the mayor of a city I’ve never seen.”

“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.”