This is the result of a writing prompt regarding a broken new year’s resolution. It doesn’t really feel complete, does it? Only three weeks into the new year and I had already broken my first resolution. Probably the more important resolution. It was too late to get flowers—the grocery store closed thirty minutes ago. Chocolates …
“Know how they say black cats bring bad luck? Well they’re absolutely, totally, one-hundred percent correct.” The man whose general vicinity I’d spoken in stared at me, wide-eyed and confused. I nodded at him then looked around the almost empty reading nook in the bookstore. “Bad day?” he said. I hadn’t actually expected a response. …