BLEACHED
September 21st, 2010 | by Cassie Doubleday
A sneak peek at our new FTB Fiction section, launching soon! She had been standing in the detergent isle for 20 minutes now, just staring at the bleach. For the last two months she had been meaning to bleach her white shirts, but never seemed to get around it until now. Or maybe she never really wanted to until now. "No Name…Tide…Bleach…" She repeated to herself. No decision ever seemed as complicated right now. "It shouldn't take someone 20 minutes to choose bleach. It's just bleach," she reassured herself. At 25 Diana felt as if nothing was working out anymore. Every little piece of the puzzle of life seemed to not connect properly, not like she had anticipated anyway. Something inside her wasn't there anymore; something inside her was furious, something inside her needed to get out
