By Ramona Grace Bleasdale
“What the hell is this?”
Jack held up my open journal. I froze in mid stride. I had a sickening feeling that I knew exactly which page he was on. Never the less, I refused to be punished for his decision to pry.
“Why are you reading my stories?!” I yelled, snatching it out of his hand. I was right. It was on the “Harriet” page.
Jack rose and grabbed it back. “She was my fucking girlfriend! Does that mean anything to you?!”
I looked at my feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said quietly. He stared at me, unblinkingly, but before he could open his mouth, I interrupted. “I wrote a short story about a girl- a girl named Harriet. And you automatically assume it’s about Lisa. It’s fiction, Jack!” [Read more…] about The Harriet Piece