Suzannah Alexander's Writings
Goldilocks plucked at the tatters on hem of her dress. How many were gone? Red, Jack, and oh God, now Jesus, he should have been their ace. How could it even be possible to go on without him? Baby bear waddled up and put his head on her lap. She rubbed the fur around his muzzle and scratched behind his ears. ...
This is always the worst part of the test isn't it? You lean over an look into the mirror and lament the warts. Maybe you think about Rembrant's self portrait, or Da Vinci's and wonder if they glossed over any blemishes, or perhaps embelished others in the...