Short

fiction

August 21, 2019

When I met her I was bored.

Bored of the questions couched in hopeful terms, the suggested dating apps, the dates set up by friends, the introductions to “great” guys. But most of all I was bored of the accusation that lay beneath it all; that if I didn’t find someone, and soon, then I never would. Which would mark me out as the cautionary tale, and treated...

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