The Gargoyle

by Andrew Davidson

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.

Boredom was my bedmate and it was hogging the sheets.

never seen countries outside his own and he did not want to die knowing nothing of the world.

“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?”

It’s a strange but consistent trait of people who consider themselves unattractive. They look embarrassed if you suggest that they might be interested in someone; because they feel unworthy of receiving attention, they also deny that they would dare to give it.