Fiction

  • My Bitter Valentine
    Fiction

    My Bitter Valentine

    • Mia Bencivenga | 11.02.10

    “How does this always happen?!” I thought angrily to myself. Here I am, sitting alone in a little coffee shop on Valentine’s Day, stood up. I think. It’s either that or he was in a freak car accident that caused him to be two hours late... At this point, imagining him in a serious wreck did make me feel a little better. I smiled internally at the thought of him getting his eyebrows singed off.