On my way to a bachelorette party

I snatched the house keys off the table after the taxi driver had hooted the second time. As I scampered to the door, I stopped and turned around. I was certain that I had switched off the stove, but I had to make sure.

our special night

Our special night, which she forgot

“Brad,” said a blonde with green eyes, walking towards me at the mall on Friday night. Her raised eyebrows and curled lips told me that Brad had given it to her just the way she wanted it. I quickly looked over my shoulder to make sure