Knitting Therapy

And, in a maudlin mood, I was forced to write from Amy's perspective. Blah. If only I could channel a character I like...


Another Girl’s Paradise

I can smell her perfume in his office, over the stench of fish. Maybe it was a stupid idea. He was angry... but what else could I do? Her damned perfume is still lingering over the files, the chair, the books. Her shadow; the ever present knowledge I can never be the one he loves. I gave him a fish for his birthday... he gave her flowers. How can I compete?

I’m screwed. I’m getting fired. I try to tell myself it’s for the best. But then I catch sight of her watching me from her cubicle, and I’m torn.