Sparrow

by L.J. Shen

The sparrow is associated with freedom. At one time, sailors got a tattoo of a sparrow for every five thousand nautical miles they traveled. Sparrows were believed to bring good luck. Sometimes the sailor got his sparrow tattoo even before leaving the docks, hoping it would act as a talisman and help bring him safely home again.

Nonetheless, to me, it was as pointless as Henry Cavill with a shirt on.

“Actions speak louder than words.”

Fear is a prison, and in prison you played by different rules to survive.

Guilt was a thief. It would steal your mind, mess with your priorities and would eventually steer you from your original plan.

“Good, because opinions are like assholes. Everybody’s got one, and they usually stink.”

Troy Brennan was the devil, but sometimes, even good girls wanted a healthy dose of evil in their lives.

“You’re doing it again. Being nice to me. You’re his friend.” “No, Sparrow, I’m not.” His voice was even lower now, almost inaudible. “I’m on his payroll. That’s all.”

“Calling you so you’ll have my number. Happy?”

“Never with you.”

“I’m saying that if I can’t eat it, fuck it or kill it I have no interest in it,”

“Sure,” I snorted. “To what, exactly? Social worker? Maybe an environmental specialist?”

“Is it possible to feel your heart breaking, even when you’re falling in love?”

He gave me lies, and I ate them from the palm of his hand. He gave me lies, and for him, I closed my eyes.

David Kavanagh.

“Brock,” he said with conviction. “Brock was the kid’s name. Nice boyo. I think he’s married now.”

Because I was so busy telling Sparrow how much she wanted me, I forgot a small little detail—I wanted her back. More.

She was my beauty, and I was her beast. But this was not a Disney flick. In real life, the beast goes back to his solitary life, a freak who lurks in the shadows and watches as his girl runs away back to the arms of her family.

Real love doesn’t disappear. It can turn into hate, and hate can turn into love, but

those feelings won’t ever turn into indifference.”

Troy: Your mother was in love, and so was my dad. So are you.

Troy: And so am I.

“I fucking love you, Red.” “I fucking love you, Brennan.”