Into the depressing woods…

person walking between green forest trees

I’m more curious than anything—not thinking about ending my life. Honest. But he’s skeptical, because of my depression.

They call it the suicide forest,” he says.

“It’s also rumored to be haunted.”

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The bridesmaid

This is my sixth wedding this year. Apparently, all my girlfriends from university have found their ever after.

All but me.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.

I’ll try not to be so cynical when I give my toast tomorrow. Besides, Janeane’s my best friend, and after the shit Marco put her through junior year, she deserves it more than anyone.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if this guy is the one.

Especially since he’s lying naked in my bed the night before the wedding.

Just like the others—before they rose the next morning and married someone else.

© Nortina Simmons

Foreign affair

As I board the private plane for America, I glance back at the medieval castle where I lived in luxury for nearly six months.

I guess I should thank him for banishing me in style, a departing gift as he exiles me back to a trailer in an overgrown lot, a drunkard grandfather, and a minimum wage job that will barely keep the two of us fed.

Three of us now.

The future queen is barren. I leave with the satisfaction that she will never give him an heir.

And when the time comes, my son will be a king.

© Nortina Simmons