StillAndreaBeth
The announcement went up at noon on the board in the town hall. He was getting married. That fucker was getting married. She looked sweet, I suppose. Maybe she didn't know what a fucker he was. I tore the page down, ripping it into tiny pieces of confetti and letting them go in the wind when I got back out to the street.
"Fiery?" she screeched. "Fiery?! You think I've never heard that before? Fucking brilliant." She tossed his clothes out the door and slammed it behind her. "Fiery. I'm a fucking redhead you piece of shit. Do better."
"Complicated? Don't talk to me about complicated," she whispered, pushed him up against the cereal shelves and kissed his cheek. "Don't talk to your wife about it either."
Trails behind my house remind me of when I was young and I pretended that my best friend and I were spies. We hid hollow stones in the rock walls and passed secret messages and I think I fell in love with her by the creek.
The fisherman looks over to his mate like she hung the stars in the sky. He looks up at Polaris, down to his charts, back to his mate. She smiles and asks if he's ready to weigh anchor.
My body's a temple they always told me well here I am with scraped-up paint and no way to fix it, so I punched some more holes in decorative features and filled the gaps with fake jewels, covered everything in flowers and ribbons because I'm trash but at least I love the way it looks.
My mind is like a parachute, it works better when it's open? Fuck that my mind works better tumbling in free fall towards its own demise.
She wondered why the pine trees and the pine cones sounded so similar to the way she pined for Julia, she wondered if the trees had lost something and longed to have it back the way she did.
"Distilled to its very essence, the soul is simply a collection of granules determined by the person the soul belonged to." The professor rattled a stoppered test tube, and the opalescent crystals within threw sunlight around the whole classroom.
"Mothering? More like /smothering/, amirite?" The crowd is silent and I realize, with a creeping horror, that today is Mothers Day. My act is ruined.
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