DarlingAmelie

There was only terror. Terror and the feeling in your stomach when the roller coaster car takes the initial dive over the edge. Wanting to scream but not being able to make your voice work because gravity has shoved your stomach and intestines and heart all into the tightening hollow of your throat. They all fight to get back to their normal places, trying to vacate the space your voice needs to come out. But by the time the scared shriek comes out;it's too late. The ride is over and you're left babbling incoherently. That's what it felt like. I could feel the tires separate from the pavement, and suddenly the water on the road and a stubbor

He stood there smack in the middle of everything, getting bumped into, stepped on, scowled at and told to get the hell out of the way. Every now and again he'd roll up onto his heels and sway a little, looking back and forth with big brown eyes that had nothing behind them. I could tell he was looking for something, and that he was hoping one of us would leap to his aid in fixing whatever he did wrong, or to make her smile on a special day. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets as if his fingers counted the lint clumps enough times he'd suddenly have the answer. I didn't like him. *** He walked with my face smashed up against the back

The diary of a sailor's wife: One day gone, one day closer to home. He found solace in the rhythm of the phrase tumbling over and over in his mind. At least she hoped there was something on the ship that could give him something of a comfort. She could be so selfish, gathering the little bits of him before he left that she could hoard and build up around herself to keep him as close as possible. But he could have so little. That's why her belly was so painfully round and so heavy her back pleaded insistently for a bed; she was so selfish and scared of losing him that she demanded from life a squalling, huggable piece of him before he went ju