The first thing I noticed was the dead opossum lying in the middle of her yard. Nothing struck me as odd about this, of course, except for maybe the type of animal. Dead animals were turning up in her yard all the time. A few days ago there was a dead cat lying in the middle of her sidewalk. Last week a squirrel was sprawled at an awkward angle near the tree in the middle of her front yard. About a month ago, three birds occupied the space on the ground beneath her window. She'd explained to me that day that she had just finished cleaning the windows when she heard the thuds. She must have done a hell of a good job to have not one, not two
A little over six months ago, a boy who was interested in me at the time asked me what I thought love was. "What do you think love means? What does being in love mean to you?" he asked. Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was a face. Not his face. Someone else's face. Someone I'd been trying to convince myself I hadn't been in love with for the past six months.
I didn't tell him what immediately popped into my head, although I did answer him. And I answered him honestly. "Love is wanting to be with someone all the time," I replied. "Love is the pain you feel when that person is gone for even five minutes." I rattle
I sat in the restaurant, playing nervously with the edges of the tablecloth. Sam would be here any minute. I unrolled the cloth napkin, picked up a spoon, and checked my teeth in its reflection one last time. Everything had to be perfect for when I proposed to Sam. I had planned it for a while, of course. I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Sam. Sam was everything that I had ever wanted smart, caring, funny, and gorgeous. It also didn't hurt that Sam had an ass I never tired of looking at. But the important thing
Willow smeared the glittery eye shadow across her eyelids as her elbow bumped a coffee mug off the bathroom counter, sending it to the tile floor below.
"Shit," she mumbled, as the orange ceramic mug shattered, spraying coffee everywhere. Willow rummaged in one of the sink drawers for a towel and began to mop up coffee. Her mother was always leaving mugs of coffee everywhere. They showed up in the video cabinet, on the sofa cushions, and even in the junk drawer. Her mother's coffee fetish combined with Willow's general lack of coordination resulted in a lot of broken glass. &
Wednesday was different than Thursday because Wednesday was the day that the man trudged across the dock with boulders tied to his legs. Wednesday was the day that he perched at the edge of the dock, ready to sink to the depths below, when the glint of a bottle caught his eye lapping the nearby shore. Wednesday was the day he shuffled back off the dock, boulders dragging grooves in the sand behind him, as he went to retrieve the bottle from the banks. The man picked up the glistening bottle, shook off some of the water, and saw that there was a message inside. After carefully pulling out the cork at