Rain-soaked and tired from work, she steps into the apartment complex, aching to strip away the suffocating layers of clothes.
At her door: A bouquet of glitter-covered plastic roses, gleaming blue against a colossal teddy bear, also blue.
She enters her apartment, produces a trash bag out of the kitchen and proceeds to stuff the blue pile of regret inside it. Stepping away from the crinkling sound, she promises herself to never fall for a man who doesn’t even know her favourite colour. The door shuts

About Ana Prundaru

Ana is a translator and animal welfare advocate in Switzerland. She has work forthcoming in Rio Grande Review, the Citron Review and Mad Hatter's Review. For further information, visit https://posthaltelei.wordpress.com/.

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