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So in 30days my debut novel #badlove is out&it's been hard2talk about it in the midst of our collective anxiety. So in the spirit of 'laugh or you'll cry', for the next 4weeks, I'll be posting #badloveinthetimeofcorona stories, 300 words max. join in w/your own #badlovestories 
#badlovestories: SILVER SPOON 1/
My roommate has a lot of money. That’s what I think every time he exits the kitchen eating one of those Gü puddings. Chocolate Ganache Cheesecake and a silver spoon hanging from his mouth. He kissed me with it a few weeks back.
My roommate has a lot of money. That’s what I think every time he exits the kitchen eating one of those Gü puddings. Chocolate Ganache Cheesecake and a silver spoon hanging from his mouth. He kissed me with it a few weeks back.
2/
We were both drunk & I’d been daydreaming for months about the way his long body lounged across our sofa, leaving no room for anyone else but still inviting me onto his lap with a smile. When our lips finally connected, his face had a bristle to it that felt grown&definitive.
We were both drunk & I’d been daydreaming for months about the way his long body lounged across our sofa, leaving no room for anyone else but still inviting me onto his lap with a smile. When our lips finally connected, his face had a bristle to it that felt grown&definitive.
3/
I imagined our journey together from there, but the next day we were roommates again, just a part of a collective of four, our two other indoor neighbours already an established couple. I convinced myself that friendships were good for me. He could be a good buddy.
I imagined our journey together from there, but the next day we were roommates again, just a part of a collective of four, our two other indoor neighbours already an established couple. I convinced myself that friendships were good for me. He could be a good buddy.
4/
Last week he got back from a “cultural exploration trip” in Italy, complained of a head cold for three days. I’d been keeping my distance out of pride and hurt. Now it was out of necessity.
Last week he got back from a “cultural exploration trip” in Italy, complained of a head cold for three days. I’d been keeping my distance out of pride and hurt. Now it was out of necessity.
5/5
The other day I left a Hot Chocolate Molten Middle Gü pudding outside his door, piping hot from the oven. I knocked & then disappeared into my room before he could see me. I gave him the shiniest spoon though. It’s what he’s used to.
#badloveinthetimeofcorona #badlovestories
The other day I left a Hot Chocolate Molten Middle Gü pudding outside his door, piping hot from the oven. I knocked & then disappeared into my room before he could see me. I gave him the shiniest spoon though. It’s what he’s used to.
#badloveinthetimeofcorona #badlovestories
