.She was a wisp of a girl, her eyes, with the captivating quality of a potted plant, always looking down her nose. You could see all the bones in her sharp little body, and she prided herself in every last one of them. Once, I think I caught her smiling at her ribs, jabbing a finger into her stomach and sheepishly grinning, as if to say "hah. I did it." She had no respect for anyone or anything except her perfectly level knee socks and the pearly pins that kept her flat ginger hair tossed onto the side of her head. She kept her little claws [and claws they could be called, every clearly knuckled finger pointed at the tip] wrapped around a designer purse at all times, and everyone knew that it was full of pills and diet tips. We were all quite sure that certain tablets in that oversized cow of a purse were not intended to be taken together, but that didnt seem to bother her. She almost treated as her own personal snack bar, like "today, I think ill take a two item combo, thank you.
i have a dreadful headacheyou kicked me out of the carand left me bitter and soaked on the side of the road at 2 a.m.and i tried to appologize,while counting my blessingsand the things on my shopping listand you turned a cold shoulderand i blew on my cold fingers whiletrying to sort out this muddy mess in my headand sort of wondering if we had any milk at homeand i put up a dreadfull fussand i could practically hear you saying something about"women these days..."but you were utterly silentand i rolled my eyes andyou reached out a forgiving handand said"see you tomorrow at eight?"and that's when i realizedthat the world was absolutely going to fall to pieces andthat i had left the oven on.