“There’s no hope.”
Sam stared bleakly at Meg as he uttered these words.
“Really? He said that? Wow, talk about a bedside manner.”
“Meg, don’t joke. I can’t. . .lose you. Not now.”
“And you won’t. We’ll show him. You and I.
Expectations anchor me;
Disappointments drag my soul
Through the eviscerating routine.
Life stands upon my neck
Twirling a lasso,
biding its time,
Like a sadistic, fanged hunter!
And I know this:
It’s only going to get worse
Before it gets better.
She didn’t hear him come up behind her, as her eyes took in the image on her screen.
She jumped, turned her head to look at him and replied, ‘It’s this cozy place a few miles out of town. Rita told me about it.’
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