Oh, contests . . . . 

I still don't know why I do this to myself, my anxiety is bad enough as it is, but here I am again. Entering something, up against a bunch of spectacular other writers and sure to fly quietly under the radar (that's my style, no?)

This time around?

Angst.

As in tears.

As in heartfail.

As in 'goddamn that hurt in the best sort of way.'

Go see if you can find me hidden in there . . . vote for your favorite when the time comes and I'll just be over here in the corner, chewing my nails off until this whole thing blows over.

 TLS ANGST CONTEST 2013