She has taken back a vintage Pac Man pinball machine, gold teeth, and hair extensions. She has taken back virginity and faith in God. But can she take something back from the shadow of a woman she loved?
Of course there was no best. Of course they were the same. I wanted to win in any case.
When it was over, Myrrh clapped as much for their own feat of love as for their partner’s artistic accomplishment. They were proud and pleased—and then came the man who sang “The Music of the Night.”
She knew this could happen. It was, after all, the way things were. The promise of Rekha’s warmth buried it.
Didn’t they get it? She was a pitch pine. She would win in the end.
Her species procreates through a sacred sermonic skin grafting ritual, but the idea of sex with a teenage human male she found truly grotesque.
“Devilish,” said all of Kharagpur, after the Rosarios and their pig walked in the annual parade. “No pig’s supposed to jump backwards. Or laugh.”
“Another PB&J, Sam?” I look up from the comfort of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich to see the soft blue eyes of Thomas staring at me, his lips curled into a half-grin. “You’re nothing if not consistent.” He gingerly sets his tray of Sloppy Joe Surprise down on the cafeteria table so as not […]
You wanted us to have a baby. I wanted your baby, and also for all the moths in the house to die.
The Big was proof that there was a God, and proof that God did not exist.