By: Laura K.
Charlie trudged home through the blizzard. This was the worst idea, except she hadn’t been home in days, and Amy’s futon was getting old.
The boots were borrowed. They were two sizes too big. Eleven minutes in, she realized they were both left boots. Just. Keep. Going.
The apartment beckoned. Snowbound at home sounded good, warm. Bourbon, cocoa, pancakes. Maybe, finally, something might happen with her housemate?
It was…not to be. The Girlfriend was there. Kelsey? Kylie?
Charlie tried to work the frozen laces, numb, dripping. No escape now.
“Hi” Girlfriend said perkily. “So…we both just had norovirus!”