Spring fever by Lóa H Hjálmtýsdóttir
There’s an illness that runs in my family. It’s on my mother’s side and only affects the women. We’re not exactly sure if it’s a disease or a family curse but every year a few of us will get very sick. When winter packs its bags and spring arrives and refuses to go to sleep, some of us will fall madly and deeply in love with a random guy. They don’t have to be handsome, we don’t have to be available. A few of us act on it but the older women are better at dealing with this. It’s not very practical to ruin your life every spring.