No glove. No love.

I must take a moment to sing the praises of my friend Emilee. She has a new blog called Unrequited Gloves, where she documents rogue gloves at rock bottom. There's also a Twitter account.

For example:

Donna allowed herself a brief moment to remember her time spent on earth. If she could go back and change one thing, she wouldn't have been so cruel to Billy. He was always so kind and gentle, it shouldn't have mattered that he worked as a checkout clerk. At least he had a steady job. He could have been the love of her life, but now she'll never know. She threw it all away because of her pride and look where that got her.

(I found that glowing glove at Culinaria, BTW. It lends itself to such prose.)