A certain angle…

A certain angle of light that catches the dust. The smell of mildew. You’ve been slacking, not living up to your promises. All you want is someone to hold and call your own, someone who will peer into your soul and understand. But instead the consequences of your love lie like the wreckage of a plane crash in a farmer’s field on a winter morning. The grass is frozen stiff with frost and the emergency crews are arriving with their fluorescent yellow jackets.

Shark

He was a shark. Somehow he had forgotten this, but as he lay on the floor, nearly dead, he realized it. “I can’t stop moving, or I will die,” he said, and then, he tried to save himself, but it was too late.