Thursday, April 2, 2009
Write Positively About Something You Dislike
I would gladly give you ten dollars to see fantastic gore lavished on the screen. There is nothing so intricate and well-planned as a dismemberment. Put my heart through its paces, keep my brain fit and humming through the night, trim my reflexes; when they come after me, I will be the first to slip their grasp.
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This is really not the proper topic to commend Adam on his inspired entries. So let me add my own submission with the satisfaction that we seem to be on the same wavelength. . . .
ReplyDeleteI never understood crimes of passion until I found myself in the middle of one. Just to be clear, I loved her. I loved the way she lightly hovered over me in the bedroom twilight and hummed softly in my ear as I surrendered to sleep. I loved the way she nibbled at my eyelids, my ear lobes, my tender neck, at the nape where I am most ticklish. Her desire for me never ceased, and there were mornings I woke exhausted by her insatiable urges to kiss my moist, delirious skin on steamy July nights.
She was a Jersey Girl. Raised near the swamplands. Later I discovered she was the state bird; at least that is what it said on the post card I picked up one sad night at the Jersey Shore. I discovered other things about her too; distasteful things, things that itched and left scars. But by then it didn’t matter. Her blood, my blood, was already on my hands.
Funny, I don’t even remember how it happened. A simple reflex perhaps; late at night while the moon filled my open window and she flew to me without conscience. A slap on the face is not unheard of among jealous lovers. But murder?