Saturday Spotlight for August 11th, 2012
Silver LiningThe bedroom door clicked and Claire stared at it in silence for a while, not daring to move lest the rough fibres be dragged across her raw skin once more. She shouldn't have tried to do it, she knew, but she had felt obliged to. Felt that awful feeling of inadequacy mixed with guilt and fear that if she couldn't please him he would go elsewhere for it. It's not like I have to; not like he forces me too, she tried to justify it to herself, I just want to please him, is all. It hadn't worked anyway. They'd tried, and for a little while she'd been okay, but then she'd started to get into it, started to enjoy herself, and her nerve endings had fully awakened. She was on fire, and she couldn't help but scream about it. It wasn't a good scream, and he could tell. She'd tried to disguise it, tried to turn it into a scream of pleasure, but he'd known. He always knew. He'd gotten straight up and walked out the door, unable to deal with something that he could
My Friend NatalieJoey led Cassandra down the stairs blindfolded, guiding her carefully down each and every step to make sure she didn't trip. He'd spent all day cleaning the house so that, unlike most days, the floor wasn't covered in his stepdaughter's toys. (Well, she would be his stepdaughter, if tonight went well.)
"Are you sure I'm not about to step on a pony, Joey? I could've sworn there was a pony on these stairs last night." Cassandra had spent most of the day in bed and didn't entirely believe Joey when he told her that the house was clean and tidy.
"I'm sure, babe. You'll be fine. Trust me." He laughed as he said it, which didn't entirely help in getting her to believe him. "Just one more step down and we're done with the stairs. We're nearly there now."
"Okay. I trust you. Honest." She didn't sound it, but the excitement of knowing there was a surprise waiting for her set her off giggling as well.
"And then we just come round here, and round the corner and," He stopped her at the door
Lost ThoughtsShe kept repeating it over and over to herself as she walked down the street, ignoring the stares of passersby at the strange woman mumbling to herself.
"Eggs, chocolate, milk and flour. Eggs, chocolate, milk and flour. Eggs, chocolate, milk and flour."
Wait, is that meant to be 'Eggs, chocolate, milk and flour' or 'Eggs, chocolate milk and flour'? Do we even buy chocolate milk or do we buy the powder and mix it ourselves? Damn, I can't remember.
She ambled into the supermarket and grabbed a basket from the stack by the door; body working on routine and instinct, without conscious thought.
When was the last time we had chocolate milk? It's been a long time. I think it might have been at Danny's last birthday party. That was a good party, I mean, for a kid's party. I may be getting a little old for those things but Goddammit I still love bouncy castles. I remember this one party I had when I was little - we went on a bouncy castle right after eating pizza. I don't know what my