Read an excerpt from my new romantic short story Ava, Sublime.
It isn’t always easy to know what you want and what you need.
Ava Novak pulled the first aid kit off the wall and opened it. Mismatched bandaids fell out across the counter, some of them getting wet from the puddle of water there. She extracted the can of burn spray, shook it, and pointed the nozzle at the lobster red webbing between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. She flapped her hand to make it dry faster and put away the kit. It smelled like aloe and chemicals. She squinched up her nose at it.
“Oh, excuse me.” Angela lay both of her hands against Ava’s back and waist and slid past her, into the drive through where they kept the Oasis machine.
“Everything okay?” she threw back over her shoulder to the sound of shaved ice falling into the blender.
“Yeah,” Ava mumbled. “It’s fine.” And she dropped her hand to her side.