Is She the Love of Your Life? "Imagine a dim room down the long hallways of the future. The shades are drawn. You are in the bed and around the foot stand several solemn young people looking vaguely like the face you shave each day. She prays in a chair beside you, her fingers touching your forearm. They are gnarled and pale as roots – a hag’s fingers. What hair she has is white and brittle. Her eyes have all but disappeared into the flesh of her face. Her voice grates on your ears like a child’s violin. Now, if you find her absolutely essential to the scene, if the thought of her not being there feels empty in your stomach and full in your throat, then, perhaps, she is the one." ~Joseph Meridith
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:07:07 +0000
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