Writing | Fiction The Imperfect Breasts “I fell in love with a girl because she had different-sized breasts,” my friend said as he popped open a second bottle of wine. I hadn’t seen him for a year or so and as a work project had taken me to the town where he lived… -Read more at Subtle Fiction Pine Nuts “I know why we will break up,” he said suddenly. He was lying on their bed and lazily smoking a cigarette. It was a late Sunday morning, a time when they should have been reading the newspaper, but they never bought the paper. There was an unspoken agreement between them not to let the world intrude, as though their happiness would crack under the slightest pressure.… -Read more at Literally Literary Venice is Sinking I fell in love at precisely 4.17 pm one tragically blue-skied afternoon. The real deal. Smitten. Sally-Bowled over. “I suspected as much, she said as she languidly lit a cigarette. “But I didn’t care to mention it until I was absolutely sure… -Read more at Dead Beats Literary Blog