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Idle hands, as they say, are the devil’s workshop.
The horror novel I brought promised I’d be frightened, but I’d be the judge of that. It took a lot to scare me. Finally, a thriller. This one promised a twisty ending I wouldn’t see coming. It seemed every thriller promised that these days, but few actually delivered.
There are so many things that are decided for us. We don’t choose where we’re born, who we’re born to, how our parents raise us, what values they instill in us, or even how long they’re a part of our lives. I hate that part of life, not having any control over it. It smacks you right in the face whenever it wants, and you’re just expected to take the hit and carry on.
But not everything was meant to be free. Some things had to be kept in cages.
“Kismet.”
Past that were the mountains. They served as a reminder of how small and insignificant we all were. I liked looking at them when I felt frustrated with my own life.
“To proper meals and good company.” I wanted to add that lasts forever but I left it out. Coming on too strong was a quick way to get shot down. I knew from experience.
Most things didn’t survive this ranch.
forcing those fart-smelling, poor excuse of a vegetable down my throat.
sipped. It didn’t burn because I didn’t let it. Mind over matter as they say.
there was a bigger world out there—that no matter what we think we knew, we didn’t really know anything at all.
The blanket of lights is just a trick though, an illusion to make us feel like we’re a part of something magical, but really, it’s all random. All of it—atoms just mashed together, particles, subatomic particles . . . creating everything we’ve ever known and felt.
“But you might want to keep Joe away from her,” Maxie warned. “It was an accident,” I said in a low voice. “Some people around here don’t believe that.”
insecure women were other women’s greatest enemies because they’d do anything to further mask their own uncertainties.
But sometimes after trying to always take the road less traveled, ya just go where it’s easiest, ya know?”
If I had really intended to hurt her, I would have.
So, if you want to arrest anyone, arrest her for drunk driving and being the town whore.”
“No, it’s true, I don’t have any. If it was good, I enjoyed it. If it was bad, I learned from it. I can’t go around regretting the things I’ve done that made me me.” She lifted her chin.
Time healed all wounds and those it didn’t scabbed over nicely enough.
“I promised I’d let you leave, and we both know that’s not happening,” I said, dragging her back toward the house.