The Truth About Love
by Anna Bloom
The truth is I’m tired. Job placement nearly killed me. I feel like a thread of cotton that’s been worried and pulled at until only the finest, weakest fiber is left. I’m that fiber, barely there.
Cherry got to go to some quaint little village school for her placement. She came back glowing, and possibly ten pounds heavier. ‘It was the cakes in the staff room,’ she keeps telling me. Bloody cakes, the only thing they had in the staff room at my school were painkillers, wine, and child restraint manuals.
Cam gives another shrug and takes a sip of his coffee. I mirror his action and take a deep sip of my own. ‘My God, that’s delicious.’ I practically wet my pants it tastes that good.
Gah – cliffhanger – I seem to be cursed with these vile and devilish connivances of late. They should be outlawed immediately! But other than a nastily abrupt ending, the story was a quick and delightfully amusing tale about a socially awkward new college graduate meeting the son of wealthy socialites and contemplating a possible relationship, as impossible as that seemed to her. The writing was easy to follow, humorous, and entertaining with likable characters and a relevant storyline.