I Keep Rewriting My Life’s Script
But I still can’t find the happy ending
This tendency writers have for glorifying nature — I don’t get it. It’s the same five things in marginally varying combinations.
They dropped me in Maze 31 yesterday morning and I’m already tired, not of fighting my inner demons that pop up like ads, but of cobwebs.
I despise these silvery patterns.
“Want a carrot?”
A rabbit, standing in front of what looks like a dodgy tearoom, tugs on my sleeve. “Two carrots for the price of two! Only today, Ma’am!”
The joke!!! I can’t believe they tried that. And he has a spider on his posterior.
Thunderclouds form in my head.
I’d kill it with two swipes of my pocket knife, but I’ve already hit my limit for the day. Plus, rabbit meat isn’t tasty. I’ve read cautionary tales. Logged half my life on gaming consoles. And yet I can’t resist it.
Munching on the carrot, I follow its eager footsteps.
Welcome to The Boyfriend Experience
What’s that?! It was supposed to be an adventure game, not another rom-com.
Is it a side quest?
