
The Ring by Inès Giudici
I used to tell myself that everything would be okay. I’m still waiting to be right. I poured myself a glass of wine every night. I indulged in the routine. I loved you through it. Do you realize the weight we push on our own shoulders? You turned your fist, palm upwards. The apartment was always empty. The furniture had no past. I would write … Continue reading The Ring by Inès Giudici