I’ve asked over and over again why we began this. I think some reasons maintained themselves, others fell by the wayside, and new ones arose.
Flags and Sails
Flashing clouds boiled over the sky, blocking the last of dusk’s sunlight from the sea. This was going to be a voyage to remember.
Guilty Eyes
As he squeezed her hand and looked deep into her eyes, she wondered if it was only her eyes he could see, or if he was able to look through them and into the dark lair where she kept her secrets hidden.
She blinked a couple times and looked away, an innocent smile on her face, deceptively stealing interest in the beauty of their surroundings, not yet ready for her eyes to plead guilty.
(Un)necessary Evil
Every now and then she still exchanged e-mails with the men she had met whilst traveling. She knew it was a waste of time and would have stopped completely, only it seemed a bit cold and rude.
The Ignored Dessert
“I’m not eating this jiggly junk,” Jen said pushing the large chilly bowl of quivering blue gelatin away from her.
“Good, cause I’m late for a hot date,” the blue gelatin said before hopping from the bowl.
As Life he Left
He slung a scarcely-packed sac over his left shoulder and began the trek that would lead him past even the very last buildings that lingered beyond the city limits – away from civilization, away from society, away from people and their happy little fabricated realities.
But a hint of doubt plagued the confidence in his steps: was it really them he was running away from?
Aristocratic Blur
He always felt strangely envious of people poorer than he was. He considered it a curse that for people with too many choices, there could be a kind of paralysis expressing itself in their aimless drifting, such that luxury overwhelms their abilities to express themselves distinctly in their own lives.
Birth Control Pills
“So you need to take it every day, preferably at the same time each day, and some of the possible risks include stroke, blood clots, high blood pressure, and heart attack.”
“Gee, I don’t know about some of those side effects Doc – I think I’d rather have a baby.”
Second-guessing
She was too happy to enjoy being happy. She knew it couldn’t last and so spoiled the moment by keeping an eye around the corner to see what might be coming to bust her bubble.
Stars
In front of me were two of the most brilliantly shining stars I had ever seen.
They were in your eyes.
Goals
Her mother asked the young girl what sort of relationship she hoped to have when she grew up and was surprised by the force of her answer. It was as idealistic as it was demanding: “I want something inevitable, ineluctable—the rest is settling.”
Shambles
One shot and he is dead. Though dry eyed dragging the bloody corpse, she breaks down when she drops his limp body in the hole and his collar jingles.
Through Your Eyes
I saw a narcissistic, self-absorbed child of a woman whose head was full of ego-stroking thoughts conceived to convince her that somehow in a world populated by billions of people she will come out on top, dominantly straddling everything that smells of fame and fortune even though her life is so dull and utterly meaningless thus far – who has only loved (or pretended to love) her family, her friends, and me so that she can selfishly build up the foundations of a fan base who admires her endlessly and gives her the attention she needs in order to remain blind to her insecurities, short-comings and failures.
That’s what happened when I looked through your eyes – looked through your eyes at me.
Still Unenlightened
One morning in Cordoba, brushing my teeth, I thought again of eternity and of absolutely ceasing to exist and I admit I cannot exist conscious of either inevitability—the only way in which I can function is to distract myself from how we all must end. That this idea came to the surface again only proved to me I see the end of this trip—on some level—as a little death, a preview of the real thing, the end of choices, the irrelevance of regret.
$he
He was young and handsome. She was rich and bitchy.
Green-blooded Mutant
I watched in horror or perhaps in awe as he slowly scalped the fur off its entire body and stabbed a knife deep into its flesh, drawing an oozing, bubbling blood that was green and not red.
He put a chunk of – the alien, the mutant? – right up to my lips and said, “Here, you’ve got to try some of this kiwi.”
I and Eyes
I love you.
Eyes love somebody else.
relationships
When night – he licks my clit When day – he says me I must pick things and get out
Blind date.
The dreamer asked me once, who was that woman he fancied every night. His voice seemed to be so familiar to me.
Disappointment
He finally understood what literally drove him to distraction: that whatever he’d been waiting for, been waiting to happen, simply hadn’t happened. Whoever was supposed to never showed up.