Norah was angry. She tore through the parking lot barely missing the annoying churchgoers who, every Sunday, unjustly clogged the shortcut from University Avenue to her apartment. She glared at them with her brow hopelessly furrowed. She hated everyone at that moment. How did it happen? How did she find herself in this situation again? […]Read more "(The Story She Gave Him) Au Revoir Monsieur Lune"