The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

by Mariana Zapata

A hint of a thin, gold chain had peeked out from the collar of his shirt,

im going to ignore this information

so beautiful when I was a little kid and in her few and far between moments of being wonderful. Especially then. I’d loved the hell out of her before I knew better, and that thought made my heart ache for kid-Vanessa, who hadn’t known any better for a while.

“She’s my wife, and all she’s ever done was watch out for me. Don’t go there, Trevor. You don’t want to go there, understand me?” I was so freaking making him dinner. Maybe even lunch too.

Oh yeah gurl gormet