His hair drew me to him, so curly and so soft. You don’t suspect something like that to turn on you – why would you? – which is why I never felt the curls worming their way into my heart until the day that they hardened, becoming screws, drilling me to pieces.
Tag: pain
Drabble: “Talk of the Future”
There’s a nip in the air on this fine night as we walk next to each other, hand in hand. She asks me what I made of tonight, and I answer that I would just as well not go again unless she wishes to? There’s no answer to that, predictably, and so we keep on walking, hand in hand, as if we hadn’t just been about to make a deal with the devil. We can work on it ourselves, I say, to which she, again, stays silent. I see no muscle move on her face, and yet, somehow, I know that this right here— this is the end of it.
A.R.Frederiksen 