carrrrlson
[ put flowers here ]
Why it's only elementary, my darling.
That you and I, belong together.
A crooked, sinister grin split the cold, hard whiteness of her face.
Nothing.
She had become exactly what she never wanted to be.
Nothing would be resolved until everyone was once more secure beneath the thick cover of night.
I don't imagine it as 'Coach Matt leaving us' or 'Coach Matt being scooped up by angels'. I like to think that God just needed a head coach for his swim team, and he chose Coach Matt.
Viscous saliva drips from it's long, yellowed fangs and onto the freckled bridge of her nose. Hot, sticky breath billows across the planes of her cheeks.
It can't be real.
Not what we have.
It's like a fairy-tale.
A story elderly men and women tell around a campfire to their much younger counterparts.
Her right eyebrow arches high into the tanned, smooth skin of her forehead.
A sharp, wicked expression of her skepticism.
"He's so .. common."
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