Tiffanii Willis

The Little Black Book

It was a Saturday afternoon as Susan sat in the living room drinking her morning coffee, as usual. “Life sucks,” she thought, as she attempted to drain the piercing sounds of her two year old Michael crying for “who knows what,” and her older three sons, Brad, Logyn, and Casey, chasing each other through their small, 1,100 square foot home. Her husband, Bill, went to kiss her before he left for work, but Susan, annoyed with him and life, turned her head so that he was only able to kiss her cheek. “I love you,” Bill said, but Susan just looked at him in disgust: “If only I had a different life,” she thought.