As he stands and rises above us, we hear the gurgling and churning of his massive stomach, the rolls of fat sloshing around what frame he may have inside. “Did you bring my tribute?” I didn’t answer. I just used all my strength and my whole body to push the sack of food closer to him. “You came here because you want something?” “Yes.” “Then feed me, you know how...
Whenever I come home she’s running away from the door, like she heard me coming and knows she needs to make way for my presence and purse. Then the show begins: she trots into the living room and rolls onto her side, stares and meows before she does a big kitty streeeeeeetch and meow, and rolls over, and over. “Piper, you’re not a circus cat, I’ll feed you because I...
You know he’s not happy, but persists nonetheless, going through the motions of the day, doing what he thinks he’s “supposed” to be doing for everyone in his little world. He gives and gives and takes nothing for himself, and then wonders why he feels so angry. He needs space but can’t get it, he needs understanding but doesn’t have it. He’s trapped in a hell of his own making...
“I’ll give this to you, but I can’t promise happiness.” “Can you promise that you’ll stay forever?” “I can’t promise that, either.” “Then what’s the point of this?” “I thought it’s what you wanted.” “What I want is to know that the man I love wants to spend his life with me. To know it, to not have to wonder all the time if you’d rather be somewhere else.” “I’m...
He tore her heart out with the grace of a dancer. First he spun around her and pulled her clothes away, baring her nakedness that she tried to cover, but couldn’t. He scalped her, ripping off her golden hair, relishing the blood that was pouring in waterfalls over her pretty face. He stabbed at her, cut her, slashed her, and when she was crying in a ball on the ground,...
