Drabble 107
You Only Hurt the One You Love
They found over a hundred pictures in the wallet. From a grinning and toothless child to Homecoming Queen to as recent as this morning. She was never too far from him. She had to be. She was what made sense. She was what grounded him. She was the only link to reality that was felt anymore. There was no driver’s license, social security card, or any official document linking this wallet to the body it was found on. Just these pictures. They all said, “Lisa loves me.”
They found it in his hands. He held it there while he strangled her.
ooh, Aims, v.v.nice. In that great so-wrong way!
Thanks, sj.
It just popped in there.
"What just popped in there, Ray?"
Who The Hell?
Digging through “The Bag”, I pull out a very strange assortment of items. I remove it all and set it on the table. What I’m looking for has to be in here. A bottle of sunscreen for the baby. The registration for the other car. The flotsam and jetsam of being a working adult: Pens, paperclips, those binder clip things. My actual purse is buried somewhere in here. Medical cards. Plastic refrigerator letters. A grape that is more than halfway to being a raisin.
I look at everything out in the open, searching for what I’m looking for.
I’m not there.
Aimee just hit stride. Heh. Go, Empress!
edit: "NO ONE steps on a drabble in my town!" (GB Moment)
Aimee, your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier. Nice job!
Those are both wonderful, Aimee. This topic is definitely rocking.
your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier
Exactly what I was thinking. Well done.
