The Catch

by T.M. Logan

People only see what they are prepared to see. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

You can’t see the danger, or smell it, or hear it. But you sense it, as the fine hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

There was something hidden in the dark shadows behind his eyes.

‘Seize the day,’

‘He’s an absolute catch.’

There’s a void behind his eyes, something hidden there, something bad.

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I would do anything to keep her safe. Anything.

Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and falling asleep on the gather’d leaves.

The fear was constant, jangling around in her veins like an electric current she couldn’t switch off.

‘Everyone has their breaking point, Mrs Collier. Most of us won’t even know where ours falls until we’ve already crossed it.’

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

‘No one actually knows anyone, do they? Not really. They think they know, or they know what the other person’s willing to show them, but they don’t truly know them. It’s impossible. The only person you can truly know is yourself.’

Life is a city of crooked streets, death the marketplace where all men meet.