Wednesday, March 10, 2010
128. Fashion show legs
He was compelled to watch her move. It was a compulsion he no longer resisted. She knew and moved accordingly, full of moments and memories for him to lock away and recall when he wished. It was corny, they both knew it, but it felt true to them and was only one of the tethers that bound them.
Monday, March 8, 2010
127. Nail place
It embarrassed him sometimes. He understood all the reasons she did it, but it was impossible to explain it to anyone else. She raised him in this universe of hers, it was relentlessly fascinating to him, even now, with her collection of ephemera and him as her ultimate cheerleader. He knew this urge to walk away was fleeting. So he stood by her forever.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
126. Kung Fu poster
It’s how she remembered her father. He was the perfect, infallible, ideal of a man. She couldn’t think of one moment where he wasn’t her world. It was the point that arrested life for her mother and her. They had a complete inability to move on from his memory. But move on they would, in a way that was unexpected to them both.
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