“It’s what, like sixty-five degrees?” I put my hand out into the Kentucky spring darkness; to its crickets and waning moon.
“Let’s go with that,” she says, leaning her seat back so she can turn and see me eye to eye. She takes my can of beer from me and takes a sip. She asks me what’s so special about this girl anyway. And I realize I haven’t told her anything real about Bethany. I look down at the bag of chips and decide I’m not hungry.
“I don’t know. Isn’t that awful? I was in love with her and she broke my heart. That’s all.”
“I think in a way, everyone breaks everyone’s heart,” she says.
_From my story, “Hem,” which is up @ Nib Magazine! Thank you to the editors! Such a pretty magazine and I feel like a lucky girl. “Hem” is the second-longest story in my collection and the reason why my collection is called “Everyone Breaks Everyone’s Heart.” It is abt a guy called Mitchell and a girl called Merit and also, colors. And also, hope. And a band called Skeleton Wolf.