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First 250 words of Mother Teresa’s Advice for Jilted Lovers
Genre: Women’s fiction/dark humour
I didn’t wake up that morning expecting to kill my boyfriend. In fact, after four months of sharing sheets, I was feeling like James and I might be going somewhere. Somewhere together. As we lay relaxing after making love, I thought we might be transitioning from being casual lovers to officially declaring ourselves ‘a couple.’ It felt far enough to consider, but not quite far enough to talk about. At least, not with James.
He got out of bed to make coffee and connect with head office. I stayed put, not wanting to disrupt my post-sex vibration. I imagined the conversation I’d have later that day with Betsy about my future with James.
“I think we’re getting serious,” I’d tell her.
She’d be skeptical and snarky, “Better you than me,” she’d say.
“He bought me a toothbrush when he replaced his own. Feels like a good sign.”
“Yeah, a big orange caution flag.”
That’s Betsy. She’s not one for love or commitment. We’re like yin and yang that way.
I heard the coffee-maker sputter and James clinking mugs so I got up. His laptop sat on the coffee table open to an exchange with his boss, Sandra. As I dropped to the couch, two words jumped out at me as though they’d been typed in large, bold, red letters—’blow job.’ I looked away and rubbed my eyes. He must mean something about not blowing a job he has to do for Sandra.