“Sex is always weird, Ange,” she said. “No matter who you’re with.”
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Derrick skates ahead, leaping into the air. Triple axel. Yvonne applauds, mesmerised by the way his image arches with the fountain spray.
Man considers this terrestrial photograph like they would their own animal reflection.
After I scream, I turn on the radio. Toxic plays and I lie back down.
Every time Travis looks up now, whether it’s to the sky or a ceiling, he thinks of Will.
That night I dreamt of Ana for the first time, drinking double the blood potion concocted by her loving husband, Elcana.
It was already dead; the fish was fighting the inevitable. Maybe it was impulse, some animal instinct will to live.
It strikes him that this woman in the kitchen barely resembles Ma. Too small, too frail. Almost harmless.
Perhaps slightly unnoticeable dents in the plastic would be better than glaring red swipes when it comes to missing someone.
I avenge the wrongs done to me by venting them out as words.