Lara had been impolite that day more than Karen’s patience could stand, so now she was sitting on a corner by herself hugging an almost empty wine bottle.
Karen doesn’t understand me! No one does her voice was a mixture of premeditated sadness and genuine insanity.
I’ll show them what I’m made of!
With a last sip, Lara fell asleep, drooling like a baby.
Nov 29th, Hair (with bonus drawing!)
33 Left Hand Stories in 33 Days
