He managed to convey indifference, contempt, and boredom in the one word.
As it was, I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was out of my element. I found myself thinking of a book I’d left half-read at home and wishing I’d stuck it in my purse so I could pull it out now.
I dipped into his brain. He wasn’t happy that I wasn’t wearing a bra, because my boobs distracted him. He was thinking I was a bit too curvy for his taste. He was thinking he’d better not think about me that way anymore. He was missing his wife.
As the water pounded on my back, I reflected that I must be pretty simple. It didn’t take much to make me happy. A long night with a dead guy had done the trick.
Though I was standing in front of a mirror, I wasn’t really seeing my reflection. I was seeing, very clearly, that – at the moment – I was all in the world that Eric could think of as his own. I had better not fail him.
Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.
There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.
My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.
I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.
A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.
And you are mine, and you will be mine. They will not get you. – Eric from Dead and Gone.
You were so sweet when you didn’t know who you were.
Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.
No matter how we suffer, we have an obligation to others. We have to be unselfish enough to try to live in the right way, so others can get through their own lives without us fouling them up.
Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.
You know I love you more when you’re cold and heartless.
The security light made me feel safe, though I knew that was an illusion. If there’s light, you can just see what’s coming for you a little more clearly.
I could add her to the long list of people I didn’t understand.
I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.
No blame, no hate – why no communication?