MollyMews

The words don't flow like paper, Paper doesn't flow The words don't flow like silk, or liquid, or lime The words come out in hurried gasps, excited little bursts. The converse flutters and sighs, with each waking hour Another phrase is spoken, another moment wondering, did I say the right thing? A held wisp of breath let out when I see the smile that signifies, This is really great.

"Will you marry me, Charline Wilson?" Didier exclaimed, on his knees in mock proposing stature. "Didier, you really need to get a hobby" Charline smiled down at him, brandishing a menacing finger. "Why, mon petite bijou, I do have a hobby! Providing for you, my love, the reason for my breath!", the young man got up quickly to follow his female subject as she carried on with her shopping. Charline spoke quickly without looking up from the stand of slightly bruised fruit, sliding a few of each kind underneath the blanket in her basket. "If you want to marry me off so quickly, you better be able to keep up with me. I cannot afford people t

¨You don´t get it, do you?¨, his eyes flickered towards the handgun in his right hand.    Her face was calm when indecision flashed across her features as she followed his gaze to the weapon. The setting was classic. The yard of an old farm, long abandoned, was filled with old tractor parts. ¨I´m not afraid of you.¨ She closed her eyes and continued with her thoughts of blind trust.   He could see she wasn´t ready to run away, how stupid, he thought to himself. Me, here, with the gun, pushed to breaking point, and her, defenseless and unmoving. ¨You really don´t get

Once upon last wednesday, in a land a few clicks away from the grocers, there lived  girl. Her name is unimportant, so we´ll skip ahead to the story. In her precious realm of indoor voices and pleases and thank yous, the real world was quite far off. She was laying in her pink crepe paper and gauze decorated bedroom and  she looked around and wondered what lay beyond the void that was the prim and proper green lawn and white picket fence that made up  her entire world. Ever since she was an infant, her life was filled with everything a little girl could ask for, if they knew nothing else, that is. Exactly on her fourth birthday, her fa