Odd Spirits

by S.T. Gibson

That boy has got a smile like a crocodile and the bad attitude to match.”

Both practices required him to sit still and surrender to the idea that life was not entirely in his control, and these were two things he avoided at all costs.

It was beautiful, of course, but beautiful in the way sixteenth century paintings were beautiful; ostentatiously and in a way that clearly communicated they were not to be touched.

“Be mysterious if you like, but you best be mindful, that’ll catch up with you in time. Eventually we’ve all got to take off the mask.”

“In my experience, places are never the way you remember them. Even if you find it the way you left it. You’re the thing that changes.”

And I got the worst thing possible. Exactly what I wanted, with nowhere to go and everything to prove.

a bird that would deign to be pet but would burst into flight at the first sign of a cage.

“I’m not as oblivious as I may seem. I just refuse to censor myself for other people’s comfort, especially when the truth is involved.”

“Well, he is a narcissist.” “He’s a Leo.” “That’s what I said,” Moira replied, deadpan, and Rhys actually laughed.

you are my priority, and my resting place, and I will always honor and love you, no matter what."

Both of them were unwilling to lay their cards on the table for fear that the other might not lay down theirs.