Simone Harris
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Simone Harris
I want to be the poet laureate of your phone.
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Lately
Back then I felt like there would be one thousand New Year’s Eves to my lifetime. It never occurred to me that they were limited. Rare, even.
It’s hard to explain what it feels like to be ugly, in life, and then again on Tinder.
It’s rare seeing people left on the beach after the crowds go. Usually it clears right out. I’m retired so I live here, but most drive in from the city.
“If ever we’re separated, stay off the main road but head north. Stay within forty meters of either side of it. Make sure you can feel it. The road.
The night of my husband's Christmas staff party was the same night he asked if I would consider being in an "open relationship".
I'm the only non-Italian on the crew. Three out of five of us are called Nick so now I just call everyone Nick, including myself.
The house itself was less a house and more an animal.
A lone waiter stands in a window.
When the robots began invading our homes for Obedience Inspections we discovered they were afraid of spiders.
Leila was selling essential oils. She invited all us girls over for a tiki party and gave everyone scalp massages.
A large crowd gathered in the street.
I was in bed, struggling to find a comfortable position, so I let my hand dangle off the side of the mattress,
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