Friday November 17, 2017
When Things Fall Apart
Lindsay never believed in enemies until she met Luis. She knew she didn’t like him from the moment she met him. It was a Tuesday morning staff meeting, and he was hoarding the pastries and the Coconut Creamer.
“You must be the new girl…” He said, biting into a danish. A bit of blueberry rested on his lower lip.
Lindsay thought about schooling him on the micro-aggression of using “girl” instead of “woman”. How would she do this without sounding bitchy? Does she have the right to be bitchy? She decides that yes, she does have the right.
“I’m forty-two.” She said, grabbing a slice of granny smith apple