Friday, November 27, 2009

Justice

Before he left the house, he erased the small file of special pictures of her. They were no longer just his.


He stood in the hotel hallway. He could feel the fury building and he felt no doubt. He ran at the door and the adrenaline sent power to his leg that shattered the lock. He entered the room. She sat there naked on the bed. The man, naked also, lay on the the bed. They looked at him with shock.


"I've come to get my wife," he said. Which wasn't true. He had come to kill the man.

Monsieur Soleil

I was supposed to meet Mr. Sunshine once, but my alarm didn't go off. It's just as well. His suface temperature of 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit killed everyone within a 25 million mile radius.

A Measure of things

"Worst" is, at best, a theoretical concept.

Yeah it's bad

The conventional wisdom of the ages tells us that time heals all. What it doesn't tell you is that time slows down during the process.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Empty

He said, "It's not your fault. You were manipulated."
"You manipulate me," she replied with the diamond hard certainty of her answer.
"Just hold my hand for a moment and we'll go."
"Are you manipulating me now? Is this blackmail? We won't move until I do what you tell me?" Her voice had gotten louder, more bitter. It expanded as the days of her anger had grown with each passing year. He noticed that her wedding ring was gone. Another line crossed. Another boundary that had disappeared.

He had always thought of himself as the shining white knight in her life. Or at least the swashbuckling pirate. She seemed to prefer the idea of the pirate.

He realized that he was only a hollow man shuffling down a street to nowhere. Alone.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Fragments of a song

How could it have happened?
As the pain persists
He has to keep on looking
For reasons that don't exist

It can only end badly
But it's an obsession he can't resist
He'll always be looking
For reasons that don't exist

Maybe a loaded pistol
Or a running jump off a cliff
And still he'll be looking
For reasons that don't exist

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Looking forward to tomorrow

There is no pain so great that it cannot be exceeded.