"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume."— Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
When I went to LA, I’d walk to the local store every morning. I’d take the corn dog off the rack and slap it down on the counter. the cashier/voyeur would shove a pack of gum under my nose like an Exhibit A. he knew I didn’t belong, but cops scared him more than strays.
Courtenay Schembri Gray is a writer from the North of England. She is 1/4 Maltese, and happened to find herself hit by a car when she was eleven. You’ll find her work in an array of journals such as A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Rejection Letters, Hobart, Bath Flash Fiction, and many more. She will often post on her blog: www.courtenayscorner.com
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