“Ok love, we’re ready to leave!” “Ok, Dad, I’ll be a second!” My sister had agreed to drive our parents to the airport for their New Year's Eve celebration. Given the outcome of the Christmas Eve party, she had hardly spoken to me in the time since that eventful evening in our pool. It wasn’t that it was particularly awkward for us; rather, we just didn’t know how to talk about it. No one was any wiser that we’d kind of a...

I received multiple messages throughout the night. I wasn’t sure if they were coordinated or sent individually, but as the night wore on, they became more and more risqué. We’d agreed that nothing that happened that night would be spoken of again. To their word, neither of the girls spoke directly about the events prior to their night out. Emma sent me a hazily lit photo of a girl in a long red dress. “Reminds me of a one...

The fragrant air washed over my sweaty skin as I pressed on the pedals. I was riding home from the gym. I’d finished my last workout for a week as my local gym shut as festivities across the world began. Summer in the southern hemisphere. Christmas with the sun on your back, a spring in your step, and a glint in your eye. I’m eighteen and have my driving license but ride to the gym. It gives me an extra burn to help keep...