September
By K Bannerman • Oct 22nd, 2009 • Category: Short Fictionby K. Bannerman
I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t love her.
Our ugly moist fumbling was never going to be anything remotely resembling love. Love doesn’t have an agenda; it isn’t an act of resistance. Love doesn’t smell bad, it doesn’t make your back ache, it doesn’t make you wish you were somewhere warm and [...]
