“I need you to give me a hickey,” Ava says, a little out of breath like she’s just run across campus to deliver this incredibly important mission.
“I…” Beatrice starts, brain going unfortunately muddled. “I beg your pardon?”
nothing to see here, folks. just a gal helping a pal who also happens to be a gal.
Some days, in Switzerland, Ava and Beatrice take a walk.
The trail curves, narrows, forcing Ava to take a side step closer to Beatrice. Between them, their knuckles brush, and Beatrice doesn’t pull away like she used to.
She’s wearing one of her too-large sweaters, the kind Ava steals back at the apartment, rolling up the sleeves around her wrists, smelling like Beatrice’s cheap corner store shampoo and the detergent the two of them share.
- Part 4 of happiness is a warm nun
or this is where the avatrice drabbles will go
Much like her scrapbook, the photos on her phone told the story of who they were, who they were becoming. A map of all of the places they had been.
She'd have to print them out one day.
And while there were definitely pictures of her and Beatrice, they were definitely fewer of those than the others.
Ava made a silent promise to herself to change that.
- Part 9 of Snapshots