I add a dab of perfume to the letter telling you how I feel and slide it under your door. Two days later, you haven’t responded. I thought you’d grown fond of me over the last forty years. You must still mourn for Alice. I miss my best friend, too.
Fiona H Evans is a mathematician who writes what she feels. She lives in Western Australia, on Noongar Boodja. You can find her on Twitter at @FionaHEvans or at fionahevans.com.