“…you’re the only thing in this house I really value.”
The next thing I knew, my face was kissing the counter and Thomas was bent over me, his hand at the base of my neck holding me there. I panicked. What was he going to do? Rape me? Slit my throat? Torture me? He’d seemed so…semi-normal. Hadn’t he?
As our social media activity increases we become more and more anti-social. The harder we try to be heard the more difficult it becomes. The more we want to be seen, the less we are noticed.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s next? A strip search?”
He tamped down the mental image that question conjured. The woman was no stranger to working out. And there were some serious curves under those clothes. But he wasn’t a cretin. “Nice of you to offer. But you can keep your clothes on. For now.”
Almost all of the female responders’ first instinct was to flee and call for help.
Almost all of the male responders’ first instinct was to confront/attack.
If you love only those who love you, what good is that? Even scoundrels do that much. If you are friendly only to your friends, how are you different from anyone else?
I hope one day I see her again, prancing in heaven.
kindness or niceness is rarely dramatic. It doesn’t get ratings or attract attention. It’s too quiet and humble and good.
Could you handle the murder of your father during your childhood? Surgery to repair a cleft palate? A broken neck and jaw at age 24? Numerous surgeries and hospitalizations. Lawsuits. Depression. Unemployment. Bar fights. A brutal beating outside a Hollywood nightclub. The choice to become a single mother. The birth…
“The world is not against you. Nor is the world on your side. The world just doesn’t care.” –Thomas Hardy