“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.
Perhaps today will be the day.
Looking directly into his face, she smiled with all the warmth she could muster, lips smouldering.
Icy gaze, defiantly mute , he stood unmoving.
“This stupid spell doesn’t work!” Yelling, she threw the bottle at the sculpture.