Apr 26, 2017
jay flipped through the pages of chronicle of a death foretold for the thirtieth time. he tossed it on the table, letting the bookmark flop out. it didn’t matter. he’d just have to crawl through it all again, anyway.
“goddammit,” he murmured, not-quite library-quiet, leaning his head back to stare at the fluorescent ceiling lights. he willed himself to suddenly be able to finish this stupid sliver of a novel and then magically pull an entire essay from his ass. he willed harder. “jesus, emma.”