I saw her in French class and knew I had to have her heart.
I pictured it: big, lovely, and full of life, the perfect one for me.
I wined and dined her and when the time came, she offered it. I accepted.
I had her heart. It was delicious.
Chelsea Roberts is a writer from Trinidad and Tobago. When she isn’t laying on a sandy beach, she can be found writing essays and micro fiction at pastpaperanswers.com.