Short Stories
“When did your ankles get thick?” he asked.
She frowned.
“I— all I said was ‘good morning’…”
He placed his coffee cup on the counter.
“Really? I wasn’t listening.”
This makes me so sad EVERY time I see it, without fail.
Aw, you poor little pile of nonsense! Allow me to cheer you up with a fairy tale.
the kind prince: Ngh.
the nothing girl: Ow!
tkp: Ngh!
tng: Owowowow!
tkp: Okay, whose bright fucking idea was it to try and put boots on this bitch?
tng: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!
tkp: Fuck it, someone go find a slipper.