"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
momma’s got them black cigarettes and Frenchie, in her get-up, grabbed three. one for herself, one for the dog, and one for me.
her man hogs the bathroom, standing on the toilet seat and peering out into the living room where momma’s watching TV, and I’m in the kitchen, making dinner for the millionth time this week.
Courtenay S. Gray is a writer from the North of England. You’ll find her work in an array of journals such as A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Red Fez, and many more. She will often post on her blog: www.courtenayscorner.com
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