There's No Sympathy for the Dead

Friday, October 17, 2008

55 Fiction

I paused to look at her, offended by her short tone. My constant complaints about things I need to do and things I wish I hadn't or had done are beginning to take their toll on her. She loves me, but she's a human being. I don’t realize how much I hurt until it’s done.

1 comment:

Jhub said...

It's not at all creepy that you left a comment on my post. In fact, I appreciate it very much.

You're way of words and how you present them are very unique. Not one of your posts hasn't made me stop and think about my life, my reality, and everything in it.