“Maybe you can tell me why there’s an entire box of banjos in the kitchen.”
My father is like an amorphous blob that fills whatever space it comes in contact with, as if he doesn’t have his own identity. He is the parasite glomming off the symbiotic host body.
The thing was, they changed as I talked, or begged, or yelled. It was like my voice was their catalyst for gained inches and thickening fuzz. They would shift in the trapped space of a lecture, complaining the whole time that it wasn’t fair, they didn’t want to stop wearing their favorite MASH t-shirt, so what if their belly buttons stuck out, and what was wrong with snickering about the jiggles of Charlie’s Angels, anyways? But my same voice did nothing to produce the changes I wanted in me. When all I wanted was to be the one who was changing, but instead, the opposite. Sure, my lips were flapping, but inside I was turning to stone. And not the elegant marble of statues in the museum seen while I chaperoned school field trips, no. If you split me open I’d be the man-made chunks of concrete that comprised the apartment complex I lived in, where chips and cracks didn’t enhance interest and tell stories, they were threats and weakness and unwanted floods.
Me too, Anna! Cases in point:Ahh I love this!
...my voice was their catalyst for gained inches and thickening fuzz.
They would shift in the trapped space of a lecture...
But my same voice did nothing to produce the changes I wanted in me.
...where chips and cracks didn’t enhance interest and tell stories, they were threats and weakness and unwanted floods.
Yep.SO many good word choices.
Ahh I love this! SO many good word choices.
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Me too, Anna! Cases in point:
Yep.
I'd read on.The cave’s walls had torches attached to them that cast an orange light in attempt to banish the shadows creeping along the rocky surfaces. Barney’s mind spun the shadows that survived the torches’ light into monsters.
I'd read on.
Beautiful![FONT="]When she pulled her top off, I stared. No bra and not really needed. She was a tiny one, after all, but a little girl’s undershirt, ribbed with a frayed white satin bit at the center neckline. Spilling up her chest and across her shoulders were the scars from old burns, maybe cigarette burns, so numerous and overlapping it all looked like a rash at first glance. First and last, because then I turned my head. The marks gave me a flutter like the heart attacks Steve’d been giving me, a sick, this-is-the-end kind of feeling. The kind of scars that hurt forever, long after the heat was gone. I didn’t need to know if those same scars were anywhere else. None showed beneath the short black skirt of her uniform, I’d have noticed. Those scars, the baggy jeans and t-shirt topped by a plain men’s white button down were a story if I’d ever seen one, and some stories aren’t told.[/FONT]
When she pulled her top off, I stared. No bra and not really needed. She was a tiny one, after all, but a little girl’s undershirt, ribbed with a frayed white satin bit at the center neckline. Spilling up her chest and across her shoulders were the scars from old burns, maybe cigarette burns, so numerous and overlapping it all looked like a rash at first glance. First and last, because then I turned my head. The marks gave me a flutter like the heart attacks Steve’d been giving me, a sick, this-is-the-end kind of feeling. The kind of scars that hurt forever, long after the heat was gone. I didn’t need to know if those same scars were anywhere else. None showed beneath the short black skirt of her uniform, I’d have noticed. Those scars, the baggy jeans and t-shirt topped by a plain men’s white button down were a story if I’d ever seen one, and some stories aren’t told.
In their very first meeting, my MC and her other half, Beau.As he spoke, his voice left a subtle visual of a white wine in her thoughts; she could listen to him speak for hours. Laelah imagined cuddling up in bed on a Sunday mid-morning and just having him read to her. It could have been the damned newspaper for all she cared, she was drowning blissfully in his words.