Diana gonzeaux

LITTLE BLACK BOOK

You're tired of being lonely. Earlier this week, you passed a bookstore with a green hand on the door, and a little black book in the window had caught your eye. It was a worn book, obviously secondhand, with SPELLS, VOLUME 1 embossed in tiny gold script on the spine, barely noticeable. Thumbing through it, you noticed the table of contents included a chapter on Love Spells. You bought it, desperate to fill the aching hole inside. Tonight is Saturday night, and once again, you are home alone. You microwave a Hungry Man dinner--Chipotle BBQ Sauced Boneless Chicken "Wyngz". The bland potato mush sticks in your throat, threatening to choke you--one of your greatest fears, as you live by yourself and are not sure how to give yourself the Heimlich. Feeling equal parts ridiculous and desperate, you grab the brown paper bag that is buried under a pile of mail--hidden intentionally from view, as you had been embarrassed as soon as you stepped out of the bookstore.