The Deer Hunter
Pray about this she said. Quietly she began to leave the room. Every small every big, every thing in general was leaving quietly, had been for years and now there was nothing left but the sound of her dress brushing against her hips and the tick tick tock of the clock.
Time, Him and I had been playing this one for keeps, all or nothing, Deniro faces Walken, mad eyes, everything/nothing to lose. Him and I, we were freinds, and had been passing this gun for as long as I could remember, anticipation rubbing every nerve, until there was nothing left but the three of us, no other dimention, no room, no thought, no reason, just Time and I and my support and savior from all: Monique, caught in the headlights of my head on collision with life.
I am sure your prayers mean more than mine dearest.
She did not smile.
Even her eyes, even they did not smile, that is how I knew: she was gone. Large Brown Wet with no discernable end or beguinning or purpose. No purpose other than love, charity, and te