Jane Blossom

“I knew what I had to do, and I’d even prepared myself when the world’s most magnificent beta fish stopped picking at the multicolored flakes. I swallowed a lump in my throat and, without special words or ceremony, dumped the bowl’s contents into the watery grave. I don’t remember what I had named the fish—only that it missed the bowl and stuck to the back rim of the toilet.”
― Brittni Chenelle, Valerie

“Some nights, when he’s walking past her door, he has to whisper to himself: “Keep going.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride