Though I sent him some more pastries, I didn't really want him to reply. I didn't want him to say anything. The show was right around the corner and I was so scared. The first Saturday of April. April 5th, 2008. I wore the brightest yellow dress I had. I wanted him to finally see me. But when I got there, shaking with excitement, drowning in people, I realized that he already had. There were other artists there, but I went straight to the Vaskos. And, in the first Vasko I saw, I recognized myself, and him. Pygmalion, and his Galatea.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
