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“It never ceases to amaze me how someone can possess the world or nothing at all, and still have their happiness hinge on the small moments between them and the ones they love.”
So we go forward using our shared past to define our present,
“We will play your game,” he added as he motioned for the water attendant to top off his coffee. “Because the alternative is to rip out your throat here and now, and I don’t want to lose my damage deposit. Not to mention you are more fun than a basket of kittens, Ms. Morgan,”
Eyes were on me, and I grimaced at the click of a phone camera. I am powerful, I thought, channeling my inner Newt as I rose to the second floor and headed for room 273. I am unique. I am forgetful and unbalanced.
“I don’t like Arizona,” Jenks said, and my earring swung as he took off. “The pixies are crazier than June bugs out here.”
“The past lives in the future, Rache,” he said, and I turned to him, not understanding. “Yesterday is as alive and full of potential as tomorrow.”
“What we remember and choose to act on is not dead, not set in stone,” he said, and my shoulders slumped. “There’s no I did this then, so that will happen now. That question of what we choose makes the past as fluid as the future.
How many atrocities are committed from one person turning a blind eye?
