AvaIf you’ve never taken Advanced Literary Theory at Riverside, you should know it’s not a class so much as a legally sanctioned form of brain-melting. The prof, Dr. Harrison, was rumored to have survived a Lovecraft conference in Providence and come back with less soul than she started with. She h
Ava.“Hey, baby.” Her voice was level, crisp, and a little bit tired, like always.“Hey, Mom. I thought you’d be at the clinic.”“I am. It’s a slow night. How are classes?”She never said “how are you.” Just “how are classes,” or “how is thesis,” as if the rest of me didn’t warrant medical attention
AvaVictorian Literature sounded elegant on my transcript, but in practice it was a biweekly endurance test for my attention span. The only reason I hadn’t dropped it was because Maya was in the same section, and Jack was in the study group.I slid into the seat beside Maya, instantly grateful for t
Maya fanned the air dramatically. “Ay, Dios. What does he do, bathe in Axe?”I laughed, real and loud, and had to duck behind the counter so Derek wouldn’t yell at me for “disruptive conduct.”Maya came around to join me, perching on the edge of a display of travel mugs. “You know, you could’ve just
Ava.If you work anywhere long enough, you start to run on instinct. By month three at the bookstore, I could find the exact edition of Ovid’s Metamorphoses with my eyes closed, stack returns in perfect alphabetical order, and upcharge an art history major for highlighters without blinking. My favor
First of all, I want to say a big thank you to everyone who shared their thoughts and ideas when I asked what you’d like to see in the sequel. I’ve read your comments carefully, and your insights truly helped me shape where this story is headed.If you know me by now, you know I always try my best t