he was a very old dog and he left hairs everywhere he sat yet despite all that she let him sleep in the bed besides her Only because her family said it was wrong By definition everything those people called wrong was right and vice versa So the old dog slept with her The old dog was all she had left The old dog was the only one who stood by her side that time she overdosed on sleeping pills The old dog was the only one who didn't agree with mother when she said, "Oh joy, another suicide attempt. I wish she'd succeed at something for once in life but… well, no such luck, I guess." The old dog had died four days ago but she still kept him in bed besides her
It's the little things that tell the difference but many times there's no observer to notice them Little things like ignoring all the beer in the fridge and going straight for the cupboard where the tea bags stood untouched for years Chamomile Caramel Pear A fine combination He took out one little bag and filled the kettle with water and placed it on the electric stove and looked out the window while waiting for the steam to whistle Rainy weather outside Overcast weather inside, in his heart Also he had no smokes left and no one to smoke them with so he took the lighter from inside his pocket and lit it against the glass of the window and said to the flame, "You said you'd leave. But you never left. It was a lie. Else why do I feel you closer now than when your body stood right next to mine? Doesn't make sense. You never left…" The glass started to blacken around the flame and he retreated it "You never left," he said. "You are so close now and had taken over so much of my mind that I started doing the things you loved and I hated." The kettle whistled behind him He turned around. "You never left…"
She walked on tiptoes around the house and bounced a few times and spun like a ballerina and sang, "Today I don't wanna diiIiIIie." It was rare for her but he sure was glad to see it. Glad and now a bit anxious not to do something that would disrupt her happiness. It could be anything really She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his neck to bring his body closer to hers and said, "Let's open a wine bottle and make love." He smiled and nodded and instinctively brought a hand to his head to feel the scab from the last opened bottle of wine