“It feels like we should do something,” he said. “Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory.” Chubs raised an eyebrow. “It’s a minivan, not a Viking.”
I haven’t submitted my sticker design yet and I wasn’t sure if I liked the green version, so I decided to make a blue version too! Also added a grease stain, because I realized I’d forgotten to on the last version. What do you think, should I submit the green version or this blue one? I’m really indecisive and I can’t choose…
Atlanta was home for almost eighteen years, and though I’ve only known Paris for the last nine months, it’s changed me. I have a new city to learn next year, but I’m not scared. Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person. And we’re finally home.
Lola and the Boy Next Door
“Are you ready?” he asks. “I am.” “Are you scared?” “I’m not.” He takes my hand and squeezes it. I hold my head high toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.
Isla and the Happily Ever After
“The last page.” He gestures towards the table, where a pencilled sketch is being turned into inked brushstrokes. It’s a drawing of us, in this café, in this moment. I smile up at him. “It’s beautiful. But what comes next?” “The best part.” And he pulls me back into his arms. “The happily ever after.”