tigressoflit
It wasn't strange, people moving in and out of the terrible old apartment complex. This new resident, however, had spooked even the worst of the other dwellers. He was tall with only 8 fingers, and was always found in his long off-white trench coat.
It wasn't long before she realized there was a strong awkwardness between her and Pete. He had been prodding at her, interviewing her without her realizing. He was becoming her counselor. Backhandedly trying to adjust her attitude.
"Please don't be like this." He paced the room while she sat still. "I wasn't lying to you. I wasn't hiding anything. I just didn't want you to be upset."
Finally he stopped to speak.
"I have a son." He smiled "How could I be upset?"
There wasn't an inch of my skin that I don't wish I could erase. The doctors destroyed, mutilated, humiliated me. Turned me against the roaches I considered myself one of. So is this an improvement or a disfigurement?
You and I are broken when not completely entwined. We are two halves of two different wholes, similar puzzle pieces who escaped our dramatic future to create new. Outlaws on the lamb from a path not fitting to us.
Sweet fruit I've tasted, somewhat. Blended in amongst strawberries and bananas. I'm a city girl lost amongst new exotic flavors in my seven dollar smoothie. Unable to comprehend the process of this strange fruit grown in a different setting than I.