February 11, 2022 | Long, Awkward Length Fiction
Carts
Daisy Alioto
I don’t respond and two hours later he sends a photo of the dog.
I don’t respond and two hours later he sends a photo of the dog.
Alice sighs in the way only British people can sigh. Maybe it’s all the rain they have inhaled.
We went back and forth, hyping each other up, talking about the best summer of our lives and how we would never be this young again and if we pet an alpaca everyone would be jealous.
I am searching for the type of room that would change my life if I lived there, you know the one.
“Bandeau,” I type into the Tumblr search bar. The results load like a quilt of skin.