My husband died a few years back. I didn’t have any “marketable skills”. So at 48 I learned to do something no one else wanted to.
By Ben Butcher4 years ago in Fiction
BRB (he/him) “Did you know about negative Paris?” I looked at the man next to me on the iron park bench. I was filled with a sense of accomplishment. “Finally.” I thought triumphantly.
If you could just imagine a kind of sudden expansion? Like if you pulled the cord on an inflatable dinghy. And suddenly a man was in my lap. A full grown man.
