Short Story Review: “I live with him, i see his face, i go no more away” by Helen Oyeyemi

Some girls wearing school uniform (lucky girls) helped me fold up the frills at the bottom of the skirt so that it didn't scrape the floor. It was really too much. I wanted to kill myself. I know you hate it when I say that, and of course I don't mean it when I say … Continue reading Short Story Review: “I live with him, i see his face, i go no more away” by Helen Oyeyemi