4 Quotes by Rebecca Flowers

More in-betweens: late afternoon, early spring, adolescence, falling in love. She hated the in-betweens. Always, she just wanted to get where she was going – to be there already, She was almost paralyzed by the in-betweenness. She didn’t know how she was supposed to behave.

So being single and childless had its merits. For dang sure.

She was getting over it. She could feel it. Maybe she would never entirely be over him, but she thought she was beginning to see that a fairly normal future could be hers again.

Dear, he was the bad dress of men – a bit too short and clinging to you in all the wrong places.