Sparrow

by L.J. Shen

I knew that his wedding would likely be spread all over the local news like salmonella from a dubious food truck the minute he said, I do.

I wanted this wedding like a bad case of gonorrhea.

He was like the IKEA canvas pictures of London and New York in bachelor apartments, like fast food, like Starbucks, like a freaking Macbook Air for a preppy student—mainstream and well liked.

As another traffic jam formed behind my husband’s vehicle, I began to suspect he was the sole reason for bad traffic in Boston.

You can hate me and still love how I make you feel.”

Shouldn’t it be illegal in a modern Western society to stop someone from climaxing after getting her to a point where everything was tingling with pain, pleasure and lust?

One day, I’ll forget to clip your wings. When that day arrives, when you run away, I guess I’d be happy to know you’ll still have some money and the means to make it in this wild, tough world.”

“This is your G-spot.” He bit my earlobe from behind. “Nice to meet ya.”

“If you know that I’m working, why’re you calling?” “To piss you off, of course.” “Mission accomplished.” I heard the amusement in her voice,

Facing yourself was hard when you’d given up yourself for someone else.

He was a monster, but he was my monster.

“I’m not your pal.” He flashed his teeth, leaning forward and turning on the water behind me in one go. The showerhead sprayed cold water over my clothes, soaking me, and I gasped. “I’m your husband, and I’m going to do very marital things to you right now.”

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.”