The Sculptress
By Eva Hore
“Just come and meet her,” my flatmate begged.
“I can’t be bothered,” I said listlessly.
I loved Cynthia, but she could be so annoying. She knew the last thing I wanted to do was go out and meet other people. I still missed Bethany, still hoped things would change, that she would come back and we’d be a couple again.
“You can’t be bothered. You’ve got to accept the situation you’re in and move on. You’re being ridiculous,” she said.
“No, I’m not.” I sighed, wishing desperately that she’d shut up. “I just don’t feel like socializing, that’s all.”
“You can’t just sit around the house all the time. You’ve got to start going out again,” she said.
“Look, Cynthia, I don’t need new friends,” I snapped when I really wanted to say shut the f**k up.
“She’s an artis
