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    Everything and Nothing: 16.) Beautiful and Impossible

    You know me too well.

    And thats what really scares you.

    Yeah.

    Look, I dont want to invade your brain or crowd your space or make you be something youre not. We dont have to talk about this.

    She shrugs. I think, maybe, she actually wants to talk about it.

    Im so fucked up, she whispers. I dont want to be.

    What are the things that made you so fucked up?

    I dont wanna talk about that.

    Okay. I say. You know, I meant it when I said that theres a lot about me you dont know.

    I know. And I wish youd tell me the things I think a part of you wants to.

    Youd see me differently.

    I’ve never seen this fear in her, so close to her surface. Never heard the subtext in her words that screams out for assurance. This is my chance. How should I handle this. Levity?

    Dont tell me youre straight. I laugh.

    She gives me the stare of death. She definitely doesnt look amused.

    Seriously I know you dont trust people easily. But youre my best friend. If you can forgive me for what I did, well, I cant imagine learning anything about you that would make me feel any differently.

    She presses her lips together and stares at the ceiling. I see conflict in her eyes, and fear, and a tug of war. My heart is pounding, not just because Im dying to hear what she has to say, or because shes maybe going to give me the most priceless treasure she can.

    I dont like seeing that agony on her face.

    Has she killed somebody? Has she been a junkie? Has she been in jail?

    She puffs her cheeks up with air, and blows it out. I used to turn tricks. Ive given more hand jobs than anyone youve ever met. She turns to look at me and the naked fear there makes me want to kiss her, scoop her up and love her.

    Thats it? I say gently.

    Her eyes darken, flash instantly from fear to anger. My calm acceptance seems to make her angry.

    What do you mean thats it? It was awful. They thought I was a boy and Im lucky I didnt get killed!

    Comments

    1. “When our eyes meet it reminds me of two magnets that repel. Gazes quickly swerve in opposite directions. And it’s like the Medusa legend in reverse. I can’t look for too long, because she will turn to stone.”

      Damn! What a powerful image. The judges had their heads up their butts. Nobody writes this well on this site but you. And I think I broke a personal record for how long I could hold my breath because from that line on to the end, I’m not sure I breathed at all. Powerful powerful story!

    2. I agree. And I don’t know what the judges are thinking…you are, without a doubt, the best writer on this site. Your work reads like a professional’s. The storylines are mature, and real; your characterizations are perfect; your language is lovely.

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